When the Snows Blow Wild

When the snows blow wild

And the day grows old,

Beware, the snowman, my child.

beware the snowman.

He brings the cold.

Why did that rhyme return to me? It was a rhyme my mother often whispered to me when I was a little girl. I could almost hear moms soft voice something I haven't heard since I was five.... Beware the snowman.

He brings the cold. my mom died when I was five so I went to live with my aunt Nene. I'm twelve now and my aunt Nene never read that rhyme to me. So what made it run through my mind as aunt Nene and I climbed out the van to gaze at our snow covered yard?

"A'Riyah you look troubled sweety what's wrong," aunt Nene asked. As she placed a hand on my black parka. When I still didn't answer she asked me "what are you thinking about sweetheart." I shivered not from aunt Nene's touch but from my thoughts. I stared at the flat roofed cabin that was to be our new home.

Their is a second verse so that rhyme so why cant I remember it? I wondered if we still had that old poetry book that mom had kept? "What a cozy little home aunt Nene said." I felt sad so unbearably sad even though I forced a smile to my face.

Just lovely was all I could say because I wasn't in the mood to act like I cared. I just wanted to go to my room. So I could wallow in misery till it was time to eat but sadly that wasn't to be cause we had to go grocery shopping. I wanted to wallow in misery because I was born. because my mom died. because my dad left before I was born And most if all because I didn't want to live any more.

I didn't want to live in a world wear the most important person in the world to me no longer existed. 'Cause that would be a bleak and boring world a world were everything's gray. A world where if I cant have the person I love then nobody can have who they love.