A Fallen Snowflake

I looked out my window, on one December night, and I decided to let myself Go on such a magical flight. I saw the snow spread a soft blanket upon the ground. It was quiet, divine, cool, sweet and sound. But then I looked closely at one little snowflake. Many nice memories it did recall, I remember, it was the good times in the Family during winter and all. I remember sledding down the snow, on something not quite a sled, though. I remember the laughs and the uttermost fun that I had, and the trips, and The falls and the coldness that made me mad. But then the snowflake that had fallen tore apart and I was heart-broken Because it stripped in two parts. For the same happened to me, my family tore apart, with the death of my Father and all, it left me with a broken heart. And now when I look at the snow, I feel bitter and cold. For I once thought that the fallen snowflakes were something for my poor Heart to hold. For I once thought that the snow was true, pure gold.