I started as a ball of cold flakes,
rolled on the ground.
Childish laughter all around,
those who constructed me giggled.
Do we give him a button nose?
Maybe a top hat like the cartoon goes.
I’ll find some coal.
I came alive one day,
I don’t remember when.
In the front yard I stood watching the cars go by.
My builders climbed on a big yellow tube with wheels.
They would come home and smile as they danced around me.
They would say it was cold outside.
I thought it was perfect.
One day I know I’ll melt away,
like the ice cubes that dissolve in tea.
Next year I’ll return.
Someway, some day.