One of my favorite things to do when it snowed growing up was to make a snow angel. Even as an adult it has still been a tradition to turn and trust fall into the white, fluffy stuff. Feeling that cool sensation on my body, the snow hitting the skin on my wrists as my arms extend and hearing the crunch of the snow between my head and shoulders as my arms and legs move back and forth making the distinctive snow βοΈ angel πΌπΌ form.
This year was different.
This year I found a whole other Snow Angel:
Not falling down
On new fallen snow
Not arms and legs
Moving to and fro
A whole other visage
Created with heart π
Filled with dedication
Doing their part
Arms and legs moving
Out in new fallen snow
From house to house
A nurse on the go
For they always know
What matters from the start
Angels coming in the snow
With their hospice heart π
Katrina A. Fritz
Hospice Nurse
