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Twin Towers
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
I make a giant snowman
with my dad
He rolls big globes of tightly packed snow
with meaty hands
that dont wear gloves
He fashions a face
with a bright orange carrot for the nose,
a hat for the head
He smells clean
Daddy takes a picture of me
hugging my quiet, sturdy new friend
Now they stand beside each other,
my dad and the snowman,
both impossibly tall and proud
I dont want them to ever change,
or disappear10/22/2003
Posted on 12/22/2003
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 12/22/03 at 03:50 PM yes, it is sweet.. very evocative of the warmth and security of childhood. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 12/22/03 at 10:34 PM I think Paul said it best, I couldn't have said it any better. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 12/23/03 at 08:08 PM paints a nice picture |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/24/03 at 06:18 PM Even in the snow this is a warm hearted scene. Great images that take the reader back in time. |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 12/25/03 at 07:25 AM Leslie, you took me back to those wonderful days when snowmen had life and my dad was invincible. Thanks for such an excellent read. |
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