Me and my almost new,
Five year old sister
were standing near a pond
on the first of February,
amongst the First of the frozen flakes that year.
The pond had sealed over,
her dad suggests throwing stones at the ice
– I later see all the families doing this, I don’t know
I’d never seen it before that ice
I watched as she and our little brother Ronan
threw little stones to smash,
interfered, showing off,
they simply continued.
Roisin gives me one of her two,
and we tossed them into the air,
Breaking the ice.