Snow In the Kitchen
She's never seen snow
living in Florida
but every once in awhile
her mother throws her a snowball.
Splat! Right in the face
Mom gets out the blender
puts in the ice
runs the thing
until the ice is dead
but in its place
is the perfect thing
for her daughter's face.
She scoops it out
balls it up
sometimes they toss it
back and forth
till it falls apart
into snow
all over the floor.
Never underestimate
the love
of a mother
in teaching her daughter.
It can be fun
having a snowstorm
in the kitchen!
SKB
Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008
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