I Was the Snow
When I melted,
you couldn’t understand it.
You walked through me
to check the mail everyday.
You balled me up to throw
at your friends in a game.
You mixed me with sugar
to feed your sisters.
But I was the snow
and I thought you could see
the toll the sun was taking on me.
Heather Cadenhead's writing is published or forthcoming in Ekstasis by Christianity Today, Autism Speaks, The Rabbit Room, Valley Voices, Relief: A Journal of Art and Faith, Reformed Journal, The Clayjar Review, Radix Magazine, and elsewhere. Previously, she was a recipient of the New Plains Review Editorial Prize. Her poem, “Illiterate,” was nominated for Best of the Net. She lives in Tennessee with her husband and their two children.
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What a beautiful poem! It makes the snow a much more sympathetic character. I have been so sad when the snow melts lately. I love when it falls fast & hard and kind of tucks of in. So, I really feel this poem currently!