Fate gives it to us on a platter
The opportunity, the circumstance,
The perfect timing
A snow storm comes along
Sometimes once in a lifetime.
One that frightens us not
But instead allows us
To plow fresh footsteps
Into the white of a destiny.
One day I will tell my grandkids a lie.
There was a guy, I’d say.
Who would do anything for me
And not just say that he would—
—Beware of those lost souls,
Love them if you will, but beware—
He’d prove it.
There was a terrible storm, I’d continue—
—The children wide-eyed, anticipating—
Winds blowing, the snow shattering
Fragile cheeks of gentle city folk.
And he made it through, not knowing
What the morning would bring.
He arrived at my door, and collapsed.
I took him in, I took him in
And in that moment my love begins.
Something like that.
donika emille 