Red Snow
It had just begun to snow
So we went outside to play
Who knew the winter of '99
Would scar us that day
He was a boy of thirteen
Much older than I
But he agreed to toss snowballs
Under the gray sky
Red would soon be
The color of the snow
But little did
Either of us know
I ran from him
And hid behind a car
I tried to gather more snowballs
But I didn't get far
There was a screech
A thud and a scream
Peeking out from my hiding place
I prayed it was just a dream
But there was my cousin
Pinned between a car and a fence
The air around me changed
And became very dense
At that moment, my parents arrived home
To see their nephew still on the lawn
My father cried, he was like a son
While my mother became very withdrawn
I had seen everything
They told me to go
The last image I have
Is of him on red snow
Copyright © Rachel Couvillon | Year Posted 2011
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