Dec 3 : snowflake

December 3 : Verse 3

One of my favourite lines from this poem, it immediately ignites the image of the very first time I saw this happen.

As though frozen in time, stuck in a solid corner of my mind, the memory of my very young daughter looking up to see snowflakes fall for the very first time. Even though her soft brown lashes blinked rapidly as one landed softly, it did not budge until she gently touched it with her fingertip.

There it rested momentarily while her big brown eyes observed it intensely, and as her jaw dropped in awe, she turned to look at me and whispered, “Mom, issa snowflake.”

Still too young to pronounce her t’s she somehow managed to pronounce every letter of the word I chose to focus on today:

Choosing the word snowflake to focus on today’s writing challenge was a bit of a toss-up. Knowing how frequently it appears in upcoming verses, I considered the word eyelashes to be a valid choice, but after much debate and considering how much there is to be said about snowflakes, I decided to focus on this word whenever it appears in upcoming verses.

After starting my day with a less than pleasant task which left me intensely frustrated and incredibly upset, I was quickly reminded of why I love writing.

Fully aware of this word’s meaning, I dropped the frustrating task I had started and proceeded to read through three dictionaries to look up its meaning. With snowflake related words cascading through my mind, I set out for a walk in the bright sunshine, and the unpleasantness of my moody task was instantly calmed and allayed.

A frozen droplet falling from the sky is the first thought that comes to mind whenever I hear or think of the word snowflake. Intricate and delicate, it reminds me of the person this poem was written for, and it also describes one of my favourite springtime blooms – a snowdrop.

Somehow, this lovely word describing a falling phenomena and a blooming bud takes on negative connotations when describing a person. Clearly, some dictionaries and many individuals consider being overly sensitive and easily offended as a negative trait, but I prefer to think of it as a compliment.

Overly sensitive and over-reactive, easily offended and most easily upset – I’m quite certain some individuals would think that of me, therefore, I must be a snowflake!

Having been hardened over time, I often think of myself as a rock, but my innate qualities are much closer to a snowflake than a boulder. Also, being reminded of what first led me to write the third line to Snowflake Kisses, I’m so glad it was a snowflake and not a rock that gently landed on my daughter’s eyelashes.

Tomorrow’s fourth verse brings an end to the beginning of this poem. But it’s not over yet. There are twenty more verses to come before Snowflake Kisses is completely done!

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