Making a snowman

Keith J Furnival

The grandchildren say, Grandad, come out and play. Reluctantly, I have to say, no, not today.

Maybe in the morning, it’s cold and it’s snowing.

I will have to abandon helping to make your snowman. It’s warm by my fire, this is all I desire.

I am here for the night, so please turn off the light. The music is Cohen,

I feel my sleep brewing.

I wish you goodnight, my day is falling out of sight.

I will dream of you children. making your grandad a snowman.