Think back to all the many kisses that have been planted on your cheek. Tell the story of one of those kisses.

Bright, blinding cold
Winter snow
Hard, blue icicles
Dripping onto the ground

A pink snowsuit
on top of warm layers
Purple snow boots
Arms out like a star

Following toddler footprints
Crunching in the snow
Laughing as flakes
Touch a tiny pink tongue

Wrapped muted silence
Making a snow-angel
My angel giggles
Cheeks pink, eyes dancing

Leaping up
Dashing over to me
She puts cold, wet mittens
Against my face

I shiver and shriek
"Poor mama," she says
Laughing eyes meet mine
She pat my cheek again

Then with warm, soft lips
She pecks me sympathetically
on my rosy cheek
then darts away

I'm left wishing
She would never grow up
So I could have a hundred
Snowy days just like this