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Snowload (2)

This is for Stephen and also my dad, who also always tries to make me go a little further than I thought I could. Thank you for your input Stephen! Hope you like it :-)


There is two of them

standing back to back;

opponents, forever connected by an invisible bond

but looking in different directions;

so they seem very far apart;

the gap between them filled

with memories of snow-covered days,

snow battles under daddy's regiment,

Italian border crossings,

teenage frown lines,

and mum's worried back stroking;

when the bell rings for the final battle:

a feeling of

arrival and acceptance.


Her hand gently placed in another;

in the face of the future,

the past treasured;

snow-dreamed ideas

of days spent in love

on lonely slopes;

baby laughter and sleigh rides,

fragments of memories and future dreams,

collected in photo albums and blogs,

all in white wonder colours;

her slim hand behind her back

pressed his big fingers full of thanks:

"forever your triumph dad!"

he strokes softly the back of her hand:

"forever my little girl!" ❤️






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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
Dec 19, 2023

I was intrigued when I heard about this at the Open Mic and I think you have unearthed a far better poem thanks to Stephen. Well done to you both.

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Jarlath Busby
Jarlath Busby
Dec 11, 2023

Impressive and touching. Like it!

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Stephen Kingsnorth
Stephen Kingsnorth
Dec 11, 2023

Wonderful!

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