Janet L. Niehaus Poems

The look of wonderment etched on his face
When he first held me close, me all wrapped in lace. Me, a curly head toddler not more than two
My hand in his hand, this man dressed in blue. My first day at school as he kissed me goodby
Whispering, "you're daddy's big girl, so don't you cry." My first baseball game, the proud look on his face
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I picked a faded dandelion
And blew it in the air
It's tiny little parachutes
Went floating everywhere. They caught the wind
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Swiftly invading the blue-grey sky and giving birth to a chilling wind
Were clouds of fury, nimbostratus by name.
First the freezing rain and then the snow came. Footprints quickly camouflaged by snow as the wind circled and swirled around
Producing giant flakes in urgent flight.
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