By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA
Consultant, Strategist, and Writer
Boy at the Window
Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God-forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.
The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element,
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain, a tear
For the child at the bright pane surrounded by
Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.
I would love to know more about this poem, when and where it was written, whether this was the original form or if it went through iterative revisions. It is utterly beautiful. Feel free to email me directly at L Kaminski yahoo com if you are open to further discussion of this lovely piece. (Sometimes it takes me a few days to respond to emails, but if you will take the time to write, I will respond as soon as I am able. Respectfully, Laura.
Hi Laura,
Thank you for your kind words. Myself and my mother (writer), will ask my mother for more information about this poem. Could you please kindly share your email address, I appreciate it.
Cheers;
Miran
Miran, it’s L Kaminski yahoo com — you can also always reach me using the Contact Me form on my page if the above gets misplaced; it goes to the same address. I very much appreciate you following up on this, and am sorry it took me so long to get back to you with the address.
Hello Laura, hope all is well with you – Please feel free to email me to kmihran@Hotmail.com
Cheers;
Miran
It seems the email address did not post correctly. I will try again:
L.Kaminski@yahoo.com