Dad Was the Last Snowflake

The last great snowflake standing
Little snowflakes fell swiftly
All around the house they fell
Eight male flakes_three little girls

House was lively in winter
As they all warmed by the fire
Boys' boistour tales, girls brush long hair
Then silence all rested heads

At four A.M. each morn_chores
Breakfast, lunch packed off to school
Walking that long mile was rule
School was important dad said

Soon the oldest snowflake wed
As life goes all followed him
Leaving the warm hearth behind
Some of them to produce twins

As life goes_death visited
All their humble doors sadness
Some had children die at birth
And some at very young age

What they saw in their lifetime
Changes that took place_cars_planes
Atom bomb that ended war
None their warm family disgraced

Death started visiting doors
One above  middle went home first
Then slowly they all went home
But dad was the last snowflake
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Castaneda Avatar
January 5, 2011 at 2:55 PM
i love this poem its great :)
Delacroix Avatar
December 22, 2010 at 5:56 PM
A very sweet and heart warming write, Sara! Thank you for sharing and thank you for your nice comments on my featured poem. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2011! Caroline.
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December 22, 2010 at 2:03 PM
Hello Sara, first of all I miss you and reading your poetry.. Sadly this is a very sad and heart toucing poem... the. Title alone gives a sad thought... a very well done poem.. enjoyed. Your wonderful poem..p.d.
Henderson Avatar
December 21, 2010 at 8:45 PM
Very touching. My mom's mother was only 30 when I was born, mom was 16. There were ten of them counting the grands. Now there is an aunt 11 years older than me and I thank God for her, and an uncle 4 years younger. That's all. No one left out of the nine on dad's side. That is a lot of funerals and my wife's family was even larger. So I can relate.
Austin Avatar
December 21, 2010 at 10:50 AM
The image of fading gently like a snowflake is wonderful. Love, Dave
M V Avatar
December 20, 2010 at 7:46 PM
A sweet work on family life,Sara.Indeed I got a nice picture of your dad.Great use of image'snowflake'
Duffin Avatar
December 20, 2010 at 8:17 AM
Hi Sara. Thank you for your comment and for this insight into a different time with different values. Your acknowledgement of your fathers worth is a joy to behold. May you always be protected by his shadow. Peace to you, Eamon
Babcock Avatar
December 20, 2010 at 8:06 AM
A beautiful tribute to your dad and into your family life. Wishing all of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years. Down with another flu and back on antibiotics again. Hoping this passes before the weekend comes. soup mail Phyl
Kapoor Avatar
December 20, 2010 at 7:02 AM
You have created a beautiful sketch of family giving a great tribute to your father. This story resembles Indian families where we often have the blessings of our patents starting from Grandfathers to Grandsons. The joys & pleasures of such family atmosphere are unique with the sharing of each other’s troubles and pains. Excellent write my friend and many thanks for your comments on my featured poem. Love and best wishes with Seasons Greetings & good wishes for a Happy New Year .Ravindra..Sara
Neels Avatar
December 19, 2010 at 9:54 PM
A lovely tribute to your dad Sara. A beautiful write ;)
Dietrich Avatar
December 18, 2010 at 10:44 PM
It sounds like the dad outlasted them all! Your poem reminded me a bit of "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel. So many changes that the generations see. I bet somewhere in the world is a family with last name Snowflake!! OH, thanks for commenting to my blog. I am glad I gave it a one last check to see. Your recipe sounded very yummy. LUv, Andrea
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December 18, 2010 at 4:09 PM
Your dad was a member of the greatest generation, Sara. People struggled more but also were grateful for simple pleasures and loved their families. Thanks for this beautiful peak into your family album. So precious to think of your father as "the last snowflake," perhaps the last purity in a world that was changing. Love, Carolyn
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December 18, 2010 at 1:25 PM
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Sweetheart Avatar
December 18, 2010 at 7:04 AM
SOUP MAIL...Sara..
Sweetheart Avatar
December 18, 2010 at 6:50 AM
Wonderful words about your Dad Sara as I penned my Nonet about my Dad too.. very precious and touching ... enjoyed my friend with luv..
K. Avatar
December 17, 2010 at 7:15 PM
Very interesting & touching way of depicting your dad, Sara--:) Have a good weekend-- nikko :)
Culverhouse Avatar
December 17, 2010 at 6:29 PM
hey mom...lad to read your poems today....glad you are still my snowflake!! next door!
Light Avatar
December 17, 2010 at 6:25 PM
wonderful and touching words very well put
Mehta Avatar
December 17, 2010 at 6:21 PM
What a wonderful metaphor you have penned for the loving memory of your dad, Sara
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