The shouting snow blizzard
keeps shooting anger
Towards us.
My face hurts, while
Trying to defend my eyes.
Line waiting for the bus
I hid a frowning face
constantly moving
trying to turn my back
to the angry blizzard.
All people
were doing the same
except.... Her.
A mother
holding a blanket
with clenched
bare purple hands.
Thin blanket
barely covering
a smiling baby.
Immobile stone like standing mother
talking to her baby released
an instant burst of laughes
from both sides, mother and child.
Ashamed
of my complains
I raised a smiling face
Towards the wind
And thanked.
Indeed, a love lesson!
However angry
the snowy wind
could never break
Pure love connection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, a love lesson! thank you Elena..so nice