Winter child

It was a freezing winter on Sunday When frost and ice reigned upon this world. It was a morning, at the dawn of day And a young family was blessed with a girl. A son was wanted. Yet he didn't come. Instead, a daughter that was meant to rule. A disappointment, probably, for some. And a challenge for everyone she knew. As Sun came out to warm the frozen land the happy parents met their only heir.. Then a hand was taken by a bigger hand. But 'little one' was not a maiden fair. :) This child was I (as you might have guessed) Born on the coldest day of wintertime. When world was by ice and cold possessed. And Fate was yet to cast her fateful dime. I celebrate today that morning long ago when this world first time was to see Say something nice if across this go. As you know - well-wishes are for free :)