the love beneath
his cold demeanor
like snow that hides
the soil which swells
with life in spring
the fun -
watching the snow
melts itself into
a water in my palm
childhood years
he keeps silent
watching the waves
clean out the dents of
her stomping feet
his face etched by the storm within
a pain to mom once
i could feel her heart
in me as daughter
told me to wake up
and not get "stuck in time".