Pearson

Memories Under Fragile Ice- An ABCderian

Arising to see a field of stark white,
Breathtaking views surrounded by the
Country that I have grown up to adore.
Dutifully rushing out of bed to
Enjoy the jubilant company of
Family patiently waiting for me.
Going t’ward the door, throwing on my coat,
Having forgot all responsibilities,
I stepped onto the virgin snow and ran,
Jumped, and rolled, tumbling away with joy.
Kindness fostering in my heart and soul,
“Let’s make snow angels,” my sister exclaims,
Moving her arms in an excited way.
Never would I think this would be the last
Occasion where I’d feel the same way.
People change, and so do families.
Questions of intent blinded by bright snow,
Reason blocked by slippery nostalgia.
Simple memories cannot make up for
Trauma induced by not looking at what’s
Under the fragile ice we call family.
Vindicate as you might, the chill of the
Weather on my skin is null to what your
Xenophobia does to my cold heart.
Yesterday’s warmth cannot hope to thaw sub-
Zero temperatures that we face today.