Covid Snowchild

That winter of snow

there was nowhere to go,

so grandad was left on his own,

he stood and he froze

from his carroty nose

to his toes- and he felt all alone.


But on one moonlit night

grandad woke to the sight

of a snowchild, they had a cold cuddle,

which so melted his heart

that here’s the sad part-

all that’s left of them now is a puddle.

Previously Published at Dirigible Balloon