Skin of snow- a child of ice,
Pale blonde hair, and cloud grey eyes.
Strong on the surface, an icy shell,
Melting within, he hides it well.
No unconditional love for him,
He must obey his father's whims.
Mistakes that are not his to right,
The legacy of wrong binds tight.
He's working, struggling, always trying,
He's hoping, wishing, failing, crying.
Is father's love worth all this aching?
He longs for comfort, ice boy breaking.
Icicles drip down his face,
Yet no-one has he to embrace.
Facade is melting now, but still,
He must succeed, and so he will
Daddy will be proud at last,
The deed awaits, the night comes fast.
A spell away from sweet success...
And yet...he pauses...
"He's just a boy!" his mother cries,
She pleads, and begs, her voice soon dies.
He did not fail, as father's son.
He did not fail, his conscience won.
At last his eyes are opened wide,
Along with Mother's arms, inside
He finds the warmth he's always missed,
His ice-melt tears are softly kissed.
Unconditional love is found,
Arms through arms are slowly wound.
The tears come freely now, again,
But tears of joy are mixed with pain.
Too late now, to change the past,
Too soon tomorrow comes, too fast.
The moment's now, to live and love
And remember those who dwell above.
Ice boy's melted, heart exposed.
Blue cheeks flushed with softest rose.
The clouds are lifting, showing skies,
A ray of hope shines in those eyes.