My maternal grandmother and grandfather didn't show much love between them, and often exchanged cross words. This poem come from one such times I remember.
I often heard him say,
" It's just too cold
to snow."
I guess I believed it
back then, but I
didn't take
The time to look it up,
or even question if this
could be true.
" Get some wood for
the kitchen stove before
the storm starts,"
She'd nag. Putting on
the old worn coat,
he'd mumble
as he started for
for the woodshed, " It's just too cold
to snow.
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