"The Snow Falls" by David R. Carroll

"The Snow Falls"

Much is in the loss, the grief and the cause.
Too many tears to come down as rain,
too much feeling, unbearable pain.
The clouds too heavy to muster the mount,
unleash a flurry, a record account.

The snowflakes come falling and falling far more
for all to remember the power,
the wonder and the beauty once more.
For most, record snowfall for all to see.
For me I knew better, t'was my sister Wendy....

She loved the snow and also loved life
but saddest of all, was never a wife.
To all of the children she touched with her love,
she was white as an angel, a snowflake a dove.

By David R Carroll