Reid@YWP

I remember a time

When I felt so free

And everything, anything, I wanted could be.

The person next to me was everything

The worlds we created were ours.

Our vision was color and light and laughter

Dear Mr. Snowman,

I wonder what it's like, being made of snow.

What have you observed? What all do you know?

On warmer days you could melt 

Or be blown away by the breeze.

Sometimes we stay outside

on your front steps.

It’s peaceful there.

There are no cars  

or stomping feet.

There are no dishes