This has to be my favorite poem so far in this little collection I'm
creating.

My Friend

Winter grips the land
Snowflakes dance outside my window
Blanketing the hills
With a nice clean sheet of white

Once again Mother leaves me home alone
But my mind longs to be free
To have a friend
Who always has a smile for me

So to ease my mind I wrap up warmly
And venture out into the cold
To meet my future friend
Made of snow

I build him with my skilled hands
Positioning him just outside my window
And as a final touch I grace him with a smile
That warms my heart

For now I have a friend
To talk with and sing to
Someone who cares not about my face
My very own friend made of snow