When the bell brought in Midwinter
I waited for a sign
A shadow, of a wing
This has always beenThe children know this,
That she will come to them
To them
To themSnow Angel, Snow Angel, Snow Angel
She’ll make her way
And she’ll stay
For a time, for a time – Tori Amos
Spotted … low flying Snow Angel.
Not a drone.
I repeat, not a drone.
Throw mom some snow, and she’s ready fo’ mo’.
She can’t get enough of this ice cold fluffy stuff.
She did tell me, in a not so angelic way, not to put snow down her pants.
This is the least of your worries, Snow Angel, after all, you are my mom!
Even the thought of that makes me want to dig a hole in the snow and hide f-o-r-e-v-e-r!
Snow Angel, Snow Angel, Snow Angel
She’ll make her way
And she’ll stay
For a time, for a time
My 91 Year Old Mom 
You are so poetic, so lyrical in your writings! Just beautiful.
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