snowball war

Written by: jan oskar hansen

Snowball War. 
Three flakes of snow fell on the village, there might
have been a few more, but those I saw landed on 
the roof of the car  and I saw them melt to droplets 
of clear water. On each droplets a tiny rainbow and
my mother´s face when I called and asked for her to 
throw down a sandwich with marge and sugar on. 
She did, often- I´m not a football keeper- it landed in 
the snow which was more than tiny flakes; so what!
Bread and sugar, I was hungry and fighting against 
children who had invading our street. And when my 
hands were frozen I came up warmed them by the stow  
and remember how it hurts to get the circulation back
 into my hands.