Snow fell all around us, this St. louis week.
Sleet after snowflake, feet sinking deep.
Let it snow and call off school,
so my children may snuggle tight.
Streets grey with slush and ice,
our front porch was such a fight.
Cars doing circles like the ice capades,
news flashing lists of businesses shutting down,
furnaces pumping all their might into the air,
but my children didn't frown.
My husband felt a nip in his rear,
to shuttle our kids over street,
down, down, down the hill they sled,
coming back with wet red cheeks.
Little one's eyes were wide with fear,
"What is this?" White blanket across the lawn,
should he touch it,
I couldn't let my husband win,
with his thrill to grin the kids,
Oh, but I, to his dismay,
worked on a snowman throughout the day.
Boring snowman, my attention left early,
I headed over to the driveway with shovel,
packed a trashcan full of plowed snow,
turned it upside down and wow!
through all those puddles....
I made an igloo out of ice and snow,
as the kids came home to witness.
trashcan shaped foundation walls,
small cooler size icecubed business.
Through sniffles and numb toes,
my daughter and I worked til night,
pouring all our energy out,
to have this igloo for delight.
And when my husband trudded in from work,
complimenting my full day,
"Night should shield it tight with ice,
and tomorrow we'll finish what we may."
Proud to be that mother who played,
like a child on a cold winter day.
Working side by side with my child's smile,
all for fun and glory...and....
just to play.