White

Vanila ice cream,

Dribbling down my chin,

Tasting so sweet,

Like a warm hug.

Fluffy clouds,

Taking weird forms,

Sometimes looking like animals,

Looking so close yet really are far.

Santas beard,

That looks like snow,

Bet it’s soft and fluffy,

But we’ll never know.

The feeling,

Of surprise,

When I get a big fright,

On a very scary night.

The bandage,

On top  of a bump,

Or a broken limb,

Or a cut.