Methmi Mandara

Waiting for Olaf

When I was three or four
I asked my mom whether snowflakes are true
Hearing they are not to us
My heart sank in deep sorrow dust

I see on TV snow falls on land
I also watched until I could stand
Waited for Christmas for Santa and snow
But only Santa came and a wind blow

Dreaming to ice skate on an ice
With all my friends hands together, so nice
I wish I could meet a winter bear
Asking are you OK without a fear

I wish Olaf also with me
Giving warm hugs and laugh with me
I'll be Elsa or Anna indeed
Let's play down the winter street

Comments1

  • Lorna

    Love your yearning for the snow little Methmi - it's very magical indeed (i hope you've seen it somewhere by now) - but one certainly has enough of it after a month or two - just saying to ease your disappointment!

    • Methmi Mandara

      Thank you Lorna! Expect from TV and internet, I still haven't seen snow...



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