Hope is Persistent

The Snowman

The snowman lost his head
and again.

Lying on her back,
staring at the sky,
she screamed into the void.

Her mother offered help,
but was rejected again,
and again.

This was her snowman.
Hers alone.
The head must stay on.

“I hate gravity!” she yelled,
“I wish it didn’t exist.”
Don’t we all.