Snow Angels
Author Maya Sarin
Snow Angels
Maya Sarin
I know it’s hard to remember the last time I lit up your world, even as the clouds concealed the sun. When you woke to a bright white glory of all that is soft and impressionable. I smoothed over the rough edges of your childhood and gave you a safe place to land. Your hopes hung like ice crystals— the very thing I’m made of. You made angels out of me. You stretched and pressed your limbs making wings across the yard and into the neighbor’s lawn until your fingers got cold inside your gloves. It was here, where I fell, that with every little crunch new footprints of memory were made— where time slowed down, the world went quiet, and each new day felt like a clean slate.
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Maya! Your poem is lovely. I can’t read your poem without crying. It hits home, as a mom with pre-teen and teenage sons.
Such a lovely nod to snow and the innocence of childhood. 🤍🤍🤍