In the heart of winter, the coldest time,
8 year old AKANE, dressed in black by his mum,
ready to go to his dad's funeral.
He knew YURI would be there too.
The hall was full, familiar faces,
family, friends—all faces colored with sadness
"Why's everyone sad?" AKANE asked,
then found YURI, he rushed to his side
They sat close,
YURI whispered, "Granny says your dad's an angel now, up in heavens."
AKANE frowned—does that mean he will never see him again?
YURI squeezed his hand and led him outside,
where the snow was, soft and still.
They played, laughed, lost in white,
AKANE stopped, remembered
dad promised they would build a snowman together.
his heart felt as cold as the snow
YURI came close gently kissed his cheek,
"Granny says kisses erase pain away."
And somehow, it did.
They stood there, hand in hand,
AKANE looked up and smiled,
knowing now—his dad is an angel,
and maybe, YURI is too.