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

Toward home

Where love, safety, and comfort await.

Soft light from the windows

Beckons her.

Breathless,

She bursts through the kitchen door

Warm steamy air

Fragrant with the scent of clean laundry

Envelopes her

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.