Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  Tina Tessina, iSandi Schraut, iPETE LOCKETT, iKathy L Wheeler / Kae Elle Wheeler, iKim Glassman, iGlen Schulz, iEdie Batstone, i

  Home > Memoir > Poetry
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     
Tabitha R Carter

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Poetry
· Stories
· 91 Titles
· 291 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: Jul, 2008

Tabitha R Carter, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Popular Poetry (Memoir)
  1.  O Child Of Mine...(a reflection)
  2.  A Journey Of Self Discovery
  3.  Birthday in Heaven
  4.  An Empty Chair
  5.  No Half Numbers
  6.  Life is But a Vapor
  7.  The Dark Place
  8.  Garbage Day
  9.  He was but Four...
  10.  Freedom's Fireworks
  11.  And, I Still Remember Daddy
  12.  A Tribute To My Daughter On Her 18th Birth
  13.  My Heart Is Heavy
  14.  Snowy Morning Walk
  15.  Twenty-Six Years
  16.  Acronym Of Me, Amber V
  17.  A true narrative
  18.  A Much BETTER Time...
  19.  Too Young to Die
  20.  I Was

One Snowy Day in St. Louis
by Tabitha R Carter

Friday, January 30, 2009
Not rated by the Author.
Share   Print  Save   Become a Fan

Recent poems by Tabitha R Carter
•  Just For Me
•  It was all You-
•  Fast Riddle be Damned.
•  God's Answer
•  Time
           >> View all 90

Oh, the fun in the snow when you're just a child like your children! I will add a picture when I am finished with this igloo...oh yeah, true story.

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,
After all?

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.




Want to review or comment on this poem?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.