by Maple Tree   Nov 10, 2017

and it begins to snow.

I make frost hearts upon
the window pane, so she
will always know I love her;

but I'm an icicle, melting
won't pass until spring;
by then she will be gone

and I'll wish for winter again.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Angie

    And my heart aches....

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Be still my heart. I know how personal (as we all do) this piece is which makes it so much more chilling and heart breaking

    Much love
    Em x

  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    Miss Andrea,

    The chill in this piece is so cold, but written so beautifully and delicate. Your expression with your situation is truly heart-felt.
    I'm so saddened with reading. I do not feel I have read such emotional parental poetry like yours.

    Much much love and warmth
    Michael xx

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Andrea, I am so desperately sorry for you, you cannot know. What made me feel awful as I read this was the beauty and craft I found that still shines through anything you matter the dreadful subject matter.

    Love always to you,


  • 1 year ago

    by ddavidd

    You burned me with this snow, I am truly being burned.
    This is the most sublime bittersweet
    I have ever tasted.
    You are there now,
    where you do not need to write poetry,
    everything that you see,
    Everything that you say,
    Everything that you feel,
    everything that you are,
    now is poetry:
    bereaved and blue
    and most human!!

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