Waiting patiently for the first snow.
Just like a child with face pressed
against the cold window pane and as
soon as the first flake lands silently
in the grass, they call grandma.
Waiting patiently for the first snow.
Just like a child with face pressed
against the cold window pane and as
soon as the first flake lands silently
in the grass, they call grandma.
Serenity
True!
I will never forget those phone calls.