If I Or You Wrote In The Snow Poem by Mark Heathcote

If I or you wrote in the snow
What would we say? -Thank you
Thank you for your stay of execution.
Maybe I'd be thankful to be warm
Thankful you and I are loved.

Maybe I'd be thankful for a smile
Children sitting on that red bobsleigh.
If you or I wrote in the snow
How long would its embers glow
For these hearts of a significant other.

I'm not talking sister or brother
But that one free hand linking another
Two hands clasping tightly together
Makes a love locket, what binds
And when we've written in the snow
Isn't it 2 widths the size of mankinds?

Uncertainty is the mother of love
Melting before us; is God's own river.
Love can't be pressure forced together
By hands conscripted to do battle
Carrying snow is easy, but what does it yield
If not melted and carefully cupped together.