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
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