And The Snow Fell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a poem that I wrote about my adopted little sister.

The snow fell, hiding all the imperfections in the giant building.

She carried the small baby in her arms, bundled in a blanket.

She shuffled with her shawl to make sure every bit of exposed skin was covered.

She looked around hoping to not be seen, but the heavy snow blocked all vision.


She put the baby on the front step.

It blinked as the snow fell into its eyes.

She began to walk away, Hoping. Wishing. Begging.

The snow fairies were going to look after her baby.


She stopped to look back at the gift that she has left.

She realizes her mistake and quickly ran.

The snow was gathering on the street, making the world look like a fairy tale.

This gave hope to her, the hope of a bright future, a better place.


The water coming from her eyes warmed her face but froze her heart.

She collapsed thinking, thinking about the future, the false hope.

She pictured a young child running through a meadow on a warm spring day.

She pictured a teenager talking on the phone about boys and school.


She pictured a young adult receiving an acceptance letter to the college of their dreams.

She pictured her baby receiving her college diploma ready to start her life and the long road of mistakes and lessons.

She thought of her own never-ending list of mistakes.

She thought of her baby, and how their list is going to be a lot shorter.


In a moment of doubt,

She pictures a baby, alone crying for their mother.

A troubled teen dropping out of school, ready to ruin their life.

She pictures her baby searching for her mother.


As the snow fell, adding contrast to her black hair, she knew.

She knew more than she has ever know anything that her baby will succeed.

But an image of her baby-sitting alone in the snow flashed across her mind.

It’s ok, She knew her baby is a fighter.


She knew,

The only thing she has to worry about is the day when her baby finds her.

The day that her baby discovers that her mother is a disappointment to life.

But she knew that through all her life of bad decisions, she has finally made a good one.

Submitted: July 28, 2014

© Copyright 2022 Katya Yermakova . All rights reserved.

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