Snow falls heavy
In cotton candy clusters
The curly haired girl,
Rosy cheeks kissed by the frosty air,
Trudges through the towering drifts
On tiny booted feet
Toward home
Where love, safety, and comfort await.
Soft light from the windows 
Beckons her.
Breathless,
She bursts through the kitchen door
Warm steamy air
Fragrant with the scent of clean laundry 
Envelopes her
Mom is ironing
Baby brother gleefully giggles in his playpen.
How about some Lipton’s soup?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Belly filled with warmth
Heart filled with love
The curly haired girl sighs contentedly 
It’s good to be home.