ode to Asian Snowman

for the few hours that you were in my life

mon cheri,

you make me so happy

from the tiny flecks of snow

i saw you this morning

you were formed in my mind

my hands crafted you

i spent all my breath huffing and puffing as i was rolling you out

and then grunting as i lifted and placed your most tubby torso on

then i scoured the snowed grounds for your arms

of appropriate length, shape, and strength

i rummaged through my recycling to pop milk bottle caps

green eyes for you

blue buttons for you

but no, you weren't complete yet,

a sturdy twig for a stout nose

and the softest stick of lips

then, i gave you my gloves

and my scarf and my coat

its alright if i'm cold

you've made me smile so hard,

i'm so warmed inside by you

5pm, 5th jan 2010

and i knew that spot under the tree opposite the house

would be the perfect one where i can watch you all day

you'd love it next to the tree too

already so tall your scalp touches the lowest branches

the slope of snow leading to the windows of the sitting room

still i wasnt done celebrating your birth

i had to make snow angels next to you

i had a good snowball fight

football, dodgeball,

and ended just diving into the endless beds of snow

reveling in the cushy feel

i know it is you hugging me

5 hrs 50mins later,

the unspeakable happened

you will never live to see sunrise

i will never get to hug you, give you a good rubbing, sit by you, or

look at snow without an overwhelming sense of nostalgia

i can't even face your remains tomorrow morning

i wish for hot breeze and ray lights to make your passing easier

whatever may be

know that you have been so loved, Asian Snowman