• I remember,
    There were snow flakes falling in the air,
    in my mothers short brown hair.
    The woods around us smelled wild,
    I was just a four year old child.
    My hands cold as i picked up snow,
    letting it fall threw my fingers,
    letting it flow.
    Ti lay at my feet,
    shining brightly in the sunny day.
    I smiled slightly,
    my mother pucked me up, and hugged me up tightly.
    The warmth lingered there,
    the memorey brought a smile to my face.
    A tear slid down my cheek,
    and my knees became weak.
    Thinking of my mother makes me sad,
    although i'm greatful for the time we had.