"Snowflakes For Confetti"
White falling onto white...
...softness touching softness
To a blind man who used to see, the snow is a trigger…
…An evocation of true beauty - His hope and his vigour.
A carrier of memories, and sadness, as he looks back on his life…
…His loss heightened by the clarity of his imagining eye.
The senses crackle as he plagues himself to finding a reason…
…But remembered snow is NOT white-
It's a rainbow of colour, hindsight, and the season.
It's snowball fights and ringing laughter. Retrieving the sledge from the roof.
The cold pinch of rosy cheeks. Children in Wellington boots.
Definite pictures, frozen in time. White blankets of snow and embers alight,
With snow, everyone remembers.
With snow, blind men remember their sight.
White falling onto white...
...softness touching softness
*****
We watched snowflakes tumbling down, until a vast carpet covered the ground...
...with snowflakes for confetti - Forever as lovers were bound!
Your nimble fingers quickly cupping the snow expelled by the weather...
...Moulding, shaping, caressing - "This is our love melded together,"
You said, and kissed it, oozing your usual awe and your charm...
...before laying that perfect little orb in my palm.
*****
White falling onto white...
...softness touching softness
Looking back all these years on, it seems fairly lame…
…But I placed that memory of our day in the freezer, and there it stayed.
An icon of our marriage... a keepsake... a knowledge of US!
Cold as regretted words - Yet as solid as love!
White as the lies EVERY young couple tells to avoid being proven wrong,
Something I can show our grandchildren now that you are gone.
A small piece of YOU I treasure, knowing you'll never mistake or forget me…
…Holding the orb, I feel your kiss wet my fingers,
And remember snowflakes for confetti.
I love you Frank.
Rest In Peace
Frank Gerald Waterman
03/09/1922 - 25/12/2005
You are sorely missed…
