Uoooof, snow is coming.
Where will it alight? On the roof, at the doorstep.
How much will fall? Snow in front of my feet.
What I am wearing? There is no jacket on me.
Why am I not cloaked? There is no father to buy for me.
Where is my mam going? To the street for begging.
I skip. I jump in the lightness. I love snow.
But where will we land? To my room, to my room.