Tom Rosenthal - The Snow

The slippery slopes you made
Your skin it was soaking
With your father outside
By the shed he was smoking
Your mother was calling us in from the cold
As your brother was sinking further into the snow

An olive for an eye on the snowman we were making
And the face that told us why
The moment was fleeting
And I remember us walking to the edge of the wood
And your brother was jumping just like he always would

On his rocking chair your grandpa was listening
To the voice in the back and the sounds of the morning
And I remember you crying at the top of the stairs
‘Cause your mother was fighting
Your father was not there

Remember us, remember us,
Remember us, remember us in the snow.