I finally got my snowman tightly packed
with a pile of snow, no bigger than a bunny rabbit,
for my daughter of 3 in the front yard.
It wears a pink hat
made of goody bag and paper plate.
Wrap around his neck is a old blue tie
That reminds me of my late grandpa.
The baby carrot sits in the middle of the head for a nose
and the lips part with a row of colorful play-doh beads.
The two dry twigs arms stick out
From the middle section of its body and
Its eyes are a set of black coat buttons.
That evening , I hear my daughter running
through the fresh snow
Screaming in excitement, towards me.
I try to capture the moment of happiness
it has instilled in her heart.