A Singular Point of View

“I need someone to go

to the store for me.

I can’t go outside.

I need to say inside,”

she sighed with resignation.

“Hold on to me, dear.

I’m afraid I will fall.

This stuff is so slippery,”

she quivered hesitantly.

“Another day of more gray and white! 

I’m so sick of this damn snow!

Will winter

ever end?”

she lamented.

“Look at them, outside

making that igloo,” she observed.

“I will make them some hot chocolate

to help them warm up

when they come inside.”

“You can go down the hill

with me, honey,”

she coaxed. 

“I will hold you. 

It’s fun!”

“There is nothing more romantic

than a walk in the snow.

It is so silent and you are here,”

she whispered, as they

walked glove in glove.

“I’m not worried about

a little bit of snow,”

she retorted. 

“I’ve been driving a whole three months.

Don’t worry, Dad.”

“It worked!  Wearing my pajamas

inside out worked! 

We have a snow day!” she exclaimed, 

jumping quickly out of bed
to race for her snow gear.

“Mommy, it’s snowing.

Santa can come on his sleigh!”

She declared

with anticipation

and wonder.

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