Snow falls heavy
In cotton candy clusters
The curly haired girl,
Rosy cheeks kissed by the frosty air,
Trudges through the towering drifts
On tiny booted feet
Where love, safety, and comfort await.
Soft light from the windows
She bursts through the kitchen door
Warm steamy air
Fragrant with the scent of clean laundry
Mom is ironing
Baby brother gleefully giggles in his playpen.
How about some Lipton’s soup?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Belly filled with warmth
Heart filled with love
The curly haired girl sighs contentedly
It’s good to be home.