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Childlike Snowflakes

Inspired by flurries spinning past my eyes.

Hypnotic movement, beauty in the skies.

Dancing and shifting, so playful and free,

Falling and rising while surrounding me.

Light is reflected, so dazzling and bright.

All is breathtaking, a most awesome sight.

Across the sky hangs a flowing white drape.

I pause to focus on a single shape.

I have overlooked… beauty that excels.

Now I see the weave of individuals.

Each like a stitch in His great quilt of fleece.

Handmade workmanship in God’s masterpiece.

The heavens are filled with soft, swirling flakes.

Each one so special, surely no mistakes.

Every one sparkles with her own intensity.

Each one distinct with her own propensity.

Created by the Father, not a cookie cutter mold,

Composed by the Author, her own story will unfold.

Appreciate each snowflake before she melts away,

Don’t lose her in the snowstorm nor wait another day.

Millions of snowflakes, but no two the same.

Spotlight just one. Learn her personal name.

Focus on her face, a beauty so true.

So perfect, complex, and delicate too.

A unique snowflake, exquisite design.

Only those who look, know the details fine.

My precious snowflake, sparkling in the sun.

When I see her face, she’s the only one!

Created by the Father, not a cookie cutter mold,

Composed by the Author, her own story will unfold.

Appreciate each snowflake before she melts away,

Won’t lose her in the snowstorm nor wait another day.

Keyword: Children Snowflakes Appreciate God

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Posted by R.E.Potter 2008-04-27 13:13:53 ,,, Had a feeling Id see a religious tone in this poem. like all your others,,,,nice. + Report this comment
Posted by ShinyPebb1e 2008-05-01 16:43:46 .... I was dropping off my daughter at elementary school right before Christmas so the halls were filled with excited children bustling to class. I was in the moment, experiencing the excitement through the children. I was aware of how each child was so different, so full of their own personality. I watched how the teachers were greeting the children, interacting with them, talking to them, smiling at them. Then I saw my child’s teacher greeting each child as she ushered them into the room. The teacher was so careful to treat each child alike, equal, almost identical. I realized… she doesn’t even know my child. She has a unique personality, her own learning style, special needs, desires, struggles, and dreams. I could have whispered secrets, but the teacher was too busy trying to be “fair” to all the children. Would that be fair to any of the children? As I continued to watch the children, my heart began to weep. I drove home with tears streaming down my face and wrote this poem. + Report this comment

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