Touching Snow

Touching snow is fun Touching snow it cold But one thing for sure Its what keeps us fascinated I went to the park Its darker then dark The fountain in the middle Is softly rushing water The owner of the park Looks at me annoyed 'One more hour Mr. Hayes' i call he shrugs and walks away. He leave and knows that it will take longer Siting there i start to cry No one ever said good bye They not to me Nor i to them Many years ago the time and date of today i lost my family in this park shooting, shouting three people on the floor With eyes so full of tears i get up to walk home and there at the far end of the park there you stand knowing all my pain and suffering you've been there from the start don't know why i thought you bad your just there to help but that night before i left you walk up and ask 'are you OK?' and at that time I'm a child again daddy would ask are you OK? when i got hurt and here you are so helpful so loving now i remember what Toughing snow was like