My childhood snowman melted
And ran away somewhere;
Some offered words of comfort,
But me, I said a prayer
That God would treat him kindly
In the land where snowman go
When their life's work is finished,
With children here below.
I'd loved him, oh, so dearly
For just a little while.
His heart was understanding,
I knew that by his smile.
His charcoal eyes were brilliant
As if he understood,
How much I needed friendship;
He'd stay if he just could.
The sunshine made him sparkle,
Then melted him away;
I thought I heard him whisper,
"Don't cry, we'll meet someday."
For many years I waited,
And now at last I see
That God has made him perfect
In my childhood memory.
~ by June Masters Bacher
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Email me at gail_faries@hotmail.com
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