This memory came back to me on February 9, 2010, during my mother's funeral procession. It snowed so hard that the hearse had to move so slower than I could jog, and that is quite a statement. I thought maybe I'd try to write a poem to describe what I was thinking then.
It snowed the day we buried Momma
A blizzard of frozen tears
mirror the grief inside my heart
God is crying for my loss
and suddenly I realize
His tears are so pure and beautiful
a reminder that my heart's winter
is the beginning of her eternal spring.