Snowballs - 2001

A poem I wrote after a friends sister died in an toboggan accident during a skiing trip I was on.


Life throws something at her everyday, like a snowball
Mostly its soft snow, something to enjoy
But sometimes unexpectedly the snow is not snow
The snow is ice
It hits her hard, it hurts, its a shock
Like a slap across the face and an end to the fun..

But who can she blame?
How to react?
Should she lash out? Maybe throw one back?

But she cant

There is too much pain from the sting
She bathes the sting, the mark fades away
But somehow the snowballs are not so much fun anymore.