The Littlest Snowman

He scooped and he packed He rolled me good and round, When all was done, I stood there Only three feet off the ground I had wondered why... Why did this teenage boy, Build me up this way No bigger than a toy? No bigger than his dog In fact, we saw eye to eye, I looked around for answers And still I wondered why? Then I came face to face With an answer that was clear, When the boy in the wheelchair Slowly came rolling near With his teenage brother Lending him a helping hand, He placed a smile upon my face A smile so wide and grand My eyes, two big buttons From Grandma's sewing kit, My scarf, one of their Dad's Was striped and hand knit From their Mom's kitchen came My nose, a long gnarled carrot, My arms, two maple limbs From the family's tree I did inherit My heart, warmed by the boy The boy who could not walk, His eyes laughed when he saw me Though he could not even talk No prouder stood a snowman That towered, oh so tall, Than me, the littlest snowman The proudest one of all.