The earthen pots
We felt before
Its warmth that touched
My heart alone.
Little did I know
Winter was singing
On the streets
In the church
Little bells were ringing.
The cold white snow
That touched my sister's feet
Made her shiver
The blanket underneath.
Suddenly heard I
A distant call
The windows opened
The curtains fall.
The pots broke
The trees wilt
The clock stopped
But my heart swelled.
The tears never stopped
I never forgot
The smile on her lips
The mother who begot.
The next day
The sun rose slow
The warmth melted
All now left was snow.
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