This morning’s snowfall dusting
Was a school-day-off surprise
And so exciting watching through
My grandkids’ eager eyes.
So shortly after breakfast
When I went to feed the birds,
“I’m coming with you, Nana,”
Were not unexpected words.
There were snowballs, mini-snowmen
And new paths tramped in the white,
A half an hour’s frolic
To my granddaughter’s delight.
My grandson’s choice was waiting
To go out mid-afternoon.
Alas, he should have joined us
At a time more opportune.
For the temps went up and naturally,
It’s melted all away.
I’m glad, at least, one grandchild
Had the chance for snowy play.
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