Melt Poem by Beatrice Preti

In the dark, a snowflake shudders
Torn apart from its mother
The storm cloud passes, but the snowflake stays
And here it will live out its days
But it will cry, because it longs
For its mother cloud, in the sky above
It felt safe, inside her hug
But the cloud is gone, just like her love
The snowflake lives until it melts
Feelings things that should never be felt
The pain from losing a world of love
A mother's touch, a forbidden hug
The snowflake lingers all alone
Far from the place it once called home
When spring arrives, it's a welcome change
A chance to end its lonely days
Good-bye, it calls, but no one hears
Its voice, too soft to reach our ears
It melts in a pattern, but we don't see
The snowflakes dying beneath our feet
Because spring is here! And flowers! And sun!
Winter is over! It's time to have fun!
And snowflakes might melt, but we don't mind
Because winter it over! It's summertime!
And the snowflake won't cry because it is dying
If I said it wasn't happy, well, I would be lying
Because life without mothers is no life at all
It realised this as soon as it happened to fall
And the snowflake will die, bid farewell to the past,
Thankful that death has come at long last
Melt in a puddle, and evaporate, and then
Our snowflake might see its dear mother again