Snowfolks

Snow lies upon the ground. There is stillness about the outside, a stillness one can almost hear. Tree branches bend toward the earth laden with their white icy baggage. A lone bird hops on the snow searching for a worm leaving even patterned bird-tracks that mar the smooth, sparkling expanse. If the wind chooses to blow, an eerie moans fills the quiet. The road is as smooth as a vanilla soft serve before it's eaten. If anyone ventures out today, the road will be ugly, but just now its beauty lazes before me. Sounds carry for longer distances over snow filled landscape. But, there are no sounds today. It is quiet.

The grandkids are still in bed and don't know it has snowed. But, they'll soon discover it. Squeals and laughter fill the house as the kids wake one by one. "Snow!" they yell and come begging Mimi and Pawpaw to take them outside.

"Let's build a snowman!" That would be Spencer, the leader of the pack. "Pawpaw, you want to play in the snow, don't ya'?"

"How about two snowmen." Sydney has her nose squashed against the patio door glass.

Taylor, always the diplomat, suggests they build a Mimi and Pawpaw. "One grandmother and one grandfather! Just like we got. Oh, please, Mimi, won't you take us outside? We love you so-o-o much."

We all bundle up and trek outside. "I know. Let's put them in the glider." Sydney does like to be realistic. We all busily make Mimi and Pawpaw.

An hour later and our sculptures are finished. Here we are--Rick and I--sitting alone. The kids have rushed off to play without us. They have long forgotten us. But so goes life, just like the seasons. I have written a poem to go commemorate today.

Grandma and Grandpa
Patiently watching the kids
Sledding in the snow.

Just minutes ago
We were the main attractions
Now we're forgotten.

Melting has started
We'll shrink away to nothing
Just like in real life.


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