Snowman
I saw the cutest snowman
with his happy icy heart
perfectly fat
and tipping his hat
with one candles light to impart
No question his hat was of magic
and the fur of his trimmed coat was fine
but the smile he wore
you can’t help but adore
and the art of the moment refined
Kinkade was always a favorite
being known as the painter of light
so the art on his coat
and the scarf round his throat
were truly a beautiful sight
Then I saw it was a series
and plays 8 different Christmas songs
I thought this is the one
where I’d say I’d begun
to really let go of the wrongs
For me he’ll be hopes for the future
instead of warm memories of old
my memories of that
have deflated to flat
most are just frigid and cold
But just like this icy snowman
adorned in his beautiful art
I think that it’s time
for this cold heart of mine
to make a more meaningful start
I feel just like this snowman
to say as much is true
so I’m going to start
to wear my art
and proudly show it to you
I’ll still be cold and frigid
since I’m only made of snow
but my art is the part
of my icy cold heart
that sometimes makes me glow
Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2021
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