Short Poems for Kids ✍️

The snow has come thick like letters
to the North Pole on the first day of winter.
My nose presses against the window,
I blow hot breath and wrap the glass
in a thick fog to hide the blank page
outside.

The snow has folded itself into every
crease, curve and crack and my
wheelchair isn’t built for blizzards.
I ask the unwanted festive guest beyond
the window. Why are you here?

And then a knock at the door, Dad.
C’mon, I don’t want you sat in here like a
friendless snowman.

I follow Dad in my wheelchair, the wooden floor
feels extra smooth. At the back door. My own
perfect winter scene. A shovelled path out
into the garden.

Dad points at my sister, it takes two
to have a snowball fight. My smile thaws
my mood, but not the snowball that lands
in my lap with a laugh.

Stephen Lightbown