Aww! that is beautiful, thank you for sharing that with me. I could almost feel it, lol ... little you, slapping the floor with squeaky sneakers, heading towards the window on a crisp winter morning. Oak and Pine trees nearby blanketed in snow. Mommy warming up milk for your cocoa in the kitchen. Knees pressed firmly on the window sill, as your cheeks press against the glass, huffing breath, tic-tock on the grandfather clock. Your eyes gaze away, the winter chill freezes the breath, just for you. Keeping alive a memory, if only for a short while. ... I really love your mother's version too, thank you for reading and giving my poem an awesome upvote Hive account@raj808.