Tug on my shirt sleeve.

Tug on my shirt sleeve.

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Pause,
and look.

Little child.

She looks up and says,
 "Papaya said you would tell me a story."

I can only smile.

Have you ever thought of the first snow flake?
We know each one is different,
but why?

The first was a tear in the cold.
Falling.
She chose to become beautiful.

This was noticed.

Each snowflake chooses their own image.

Child looks at me,
 and smiles.

"I can be a snowflake?"

Yes.

© 2017 Jon Roggie


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Nice one Jon. We're all snowflakes.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

7 Years Ago

I can't always be doom and gloom.
A soft, gentle, you. I like it. Snowflake.:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

7 Years Ago

This is why I am the favorite uncle.
That is adorable. : )

Posted 7 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

7 Years Ago

I still think I should be writing greeting cards.
Ana Papaya

7 Years Ago

yeah, you totally could do that!

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Added on January 16, 2017
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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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