It Was a Good Day To Cry

The snow was as light as dust in the wind The air a steady thirty-three, my breath slightly visible My nose, ears and cheeks reddened and wet Whilst staring into the bliss with watery eyes, they dripped Thoughts of my father Thoughts of my mother Thoughts of my brother, Joseph I cried so nice... remembering them Four and Twenty blackbirds... Not yet baked, sailed onto my lawn I heard my mom singing me that song again A hidden from the clouds jet- roared I saw my dad in the window- waving When a somehow not-frozen worm wiggled in the grass I saw my brother Joe- fishing With the snow now thickened and the air dropping A steady stream of mist exhausts from my mouth But... I felt warmth I felt comfort I felt my loved ones presence all around I felt like... Like it was a good day to cry