Song: I want a mom that will last forever

By: Cyndi Luper


A snowball fight was in full swing. Forts were erected across from each other and every once in a while a kid or a whole group of them would rush their opponents.

"We're going to get you, ay!" Shouted the leader of the Northside team.

"Good luck with that, ay." The leader of the South challenged. "Fire at will!"

A barrage was launched at the advancing group as they crossed no man's land. About half were sent scurrying back to the shelter of the fort, while the other half dodged and ducked as they returned fire.

As snowballs found their mark there were smiles and laughs all around. The loudest, though he was the only one who heard it, was Jack Frost. He jumped between the two groups making sure they had plenty of ammo and was in every charge. But as always no one noticed him and when the sun began to set there was all too soon the call of moms.

"Time to come home."

Jack watched as the fun came to an end and the field emptied. His heart heavy Jack lifted into the air, he landed outside the window of a warm home as a family ate their dinner. When the little girl inside gave a big yawn her mom smiled. "Time for bed." Though the girl protested it was only out of habit and her mom picked her up and carried her to her room. Jack followed to the girl's window to watch, he saw the warm blanket being tucked around the girl and her mom as she sat at the girl's side and sang her a lullaby.

Jack felt a big hole inside but he couldn't turn away. He smiled as the mom kiss the girl on the head and walked out, closing the door behind her. Jack brush tears from his eyes and the wind lifted him away, gently placing him on the tree he was staying in on this trip to Canada.

The winter child brought his knees to his chest and let the tears fall freely. He was over 100 years old; he'd seen these bedtime rituals billions of times. And each time made him feel the same. "Why do I do this to myself?" He asked, but he knew the answer. He need to see it, it was the closest he could come to actually having it himself.

As always when he was sad he found himself singing. His voice weighed down with emotion, he poured his heart into the words. He sang about his wish for the comfort a mom could bring, the joy, the protection, the love. He sang about how she would read to him, make him feel safe, and tuck them in at night.

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Jack looked to the moon, tear stains on his cheeks. Oh how a mom, like he saw with the kids he played with, would make these years be so much easier. Someone to protect him from the bully spirits or at least comfort him afterwards. To spend time with him so he wouldn't be lonely.

Jack's singing became quieter by the verse as he started to drift off to sleep. The final verse fell from his lips at just above silence and Jack slumped into the tree branch. Dream sand quickly found the sleeping forever child and a sweet dream of Jack being held and loved by a tall woman formed. The boy smiled and slept on.