I Will Catch A Snowflake Poem by Mark Heathcote

I will catch a snowflake in the palm of my hand
And remember you in all your glory.
Pristine and pure, captivating all.
I will remember how it was years ago.
How as a child I flung you up into the air.
To the sound of laughter and joy.
I will remember the fairground rides we took.
How at the end we giggled and blessed our good luck.
But most of all, as this snowflake melts
I will recall how individual your angelic smile was.
How it beamed on me for what seems
Now like only just a short infinitesimal minuscule while.