Andy's Snow shovel

Harsh quick needles pricking your toes,
stamina in one arm, shovel in the other.
Invisible knives stabbing your nose,
"Come on munchkin, we can't leave this to mother."
Silent resilience resonating with me,
soft
sweet
soothing
'SCRAPE'
Looking up from under the heavy air,
dad hunched over moving the ground with care.
strong
sincere
solid
'SCRAPE'
He falters not trusting his legs to hold him,
underneath his feet the ground is thin.
stable
steadfast
sorry
'SCRAPE'
Persistent in his efforts to conquer the land,
while trusting hate will always loose to a loving hand.
spinning
suicidal
so sorry
'SCRAPE'
Blaming himself for the weather and it's chaos,
tunnel vision blinding, it will consume us.
screaming
staring
stuttering
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The silence cut through the air suddenly aware I go to his aid,
falling down is hard but, dad taught me all scars heal and soon, even this will fade.