Wearing Slippers On the Ice

Decked out and wearing slippers Driveway ten miles high or so it seems Icy and unrelenting Why does my David think we can make it through the moss? We climb the cliffs or so it seems Two sons, well a son and his friend, see me almost meet my end They’ve been staring out the pane Are they teens at all? I slip as if drunk ~ a winterwork’s wipeout ‘Fore I can blink I’ve been set upright betwixt the stately oaks, carried into the comforting arms of home Sons are born, some come as a friend — together they save a mother from death’s humiliation and shudder I think my David made it inside He must have ‘cause he is by my side The next uproar is our hearty laugh as our car sits lonely at the bottom awaiting tomorrow’s thaw Things look prettier behind the pane and once again these young men morph into teens hiding in their cave Like fairies at midnight, no one believes they exist to save you, reset your timeline Boys grow up to be men sometimes it shows ‘fore their time and love grows for two sons - one will stay, the other’s the equivalent of one snowflake ~ worth a dendritic cent, a collectible 10/26/2020