She Was Not Fooled

Frozen stiff like a cement gargoyle Unthawed and unreceptive The stoic man turned a cold heart toward the throng Determined to hold onto his bitter outlook Closing his heart off Pretending to be inhumane A grimace on his face A cherub wearing a pink snowsuit Was not fooled by the man’s narrow mouth She pushed her way to his feet He looked down and saw the circle of white fur Circling her face She put up her arms “Grandpa!” This melted every bit of his façade. He reached down and pulled her up There was a collective gasp by the throng No one had seen his humanness before. Now that they had they would never forget