I dreamt last night
That I formed a baby out of snow
And as I shaped little legs
And smoothed each toe
I wept
Not for cold, or her beauty still
But because I knew that she would wake
This snow child of mine
With burgeoning warmth and rosy glow
I would hold her to me
And feel her heartbeat
I knew I would take her in my arms
Feel her rest against my heart
I wept because then I would wake
To empty arms
My snow child, existing only in my dreams
Melting each morning, leaving a hollow
My imagined daughter
The child I won’t have
My snow baby, my cold desire.
Oh Sarah, this nearly made me cry. A beautiful poem xxx
Thanks Em xx
Heart breaking and beautifully written. Full of emotion. Thanks so much for linking to #prose4t
Sarah, that was very moving to read. This must have been hard to write but you’ve written it beautifully xx #prose4T
Oh, this is beautiful, and very sad. What a wonderful piece of writing x #Prose4T
Wow, a beautiful poem, and my book group is reading The Snow Child just now, so I’ll share it with them!
What a moving piece of writing. Well done for writing it, its beautiful.
Mainy xx
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This poem is absolutely beautiful. <3 It's so genuine and doesn't leave out emotions that are typically not expressed due to fear. I'm so glad you shared.
-A
This is such a beautiful piece of writing, such gorgeous words, which I can really relate to. Really emotional. Thank you for sharing with Prose for Thought and sorry I am so late with my comment x