In younger days,

I looked to the skies,

Wondering what awaited, ...

When snow,

Unexpectedly lands,

Even Santa can feel, ...

What was hidden,

I often craved to see.

For it was enigmatic, ...

There is so much,

I do not know.

How easy to lose myself, ...

“I will stand tall,

No matter what”,

A branch quietly said. ...

I can recall,

Many holiday seasons,

Filled with presents, ...

Stained outwardly,

Yet untroubled and free.

For what is worn, ...

Early in life,

A child met fear, and

Decided never to fly. ...

I do not know,

Who the heart,

On our window drew. ...

Christmas bags,

Filled with goodies.

Sweets and cookies, ...

A quiet sunrise,

Is my best time.

When colors gently awaken, ...

Sometimes,

In the mirror,

Only words are seen. ...

When the child is free,

And can happily be,

There are often,...

Blanketed in white,

Or shrouded in green.

What I seek, ...

Dad’s morning routine,

Was always the same.

Read the newspaper, ...

I often remind myself,

For easily I forget,

That choices, with life come. ...

Growing up,

Afraid to survive,

I learned to fight. ...

Bright sparkling eyes,

A huge smile,

With welcoming arms, ...

Sometimes I wish,

Trees could speak.

Maybe they’d recount, ...

Today’s climb feels daunting.

Many steps to overcome,

Without mental clarity, ...