blow at my face with a force
tossing my hair to a whiplash
watering my eyes with persistence
I search for my strength
planting a foot down forward
crushing the snow under it
making a lasting impression
the warmth inside me grows
into a powerful heat
with blood pumping, reviving me
into the eskimo i need to be.
P.S. Happy birthday Mom. I miss you.
P.S. Happy birthday Mom. I miss you.
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