One of the
Hardest things to
Do I’ve found
Is trying to
Embrace a cold
Heart they sting
When touched remain
An island swimming
In seas despair
Surrounded by the
Rusty husks of
Those that ventured
Too close and
Found themselves marooned
I’ve decided rather
To stay far
Off shore deciding
To protect my
Vessel rather than
Be seduced by
The promises of
The pirates treasure
It’s this special
Time of year
When the world
Regains its innocence
When stars sparkle
Brighter in colder
Skies when Heaven
Itself falls as
Light snow covering
Everything in white
Paradise when we’re
More interested in
Giving than receiving
This season where
Sounds and smells
Spark vivid memories
Of simpler times
And especially this
Year when again
The greatest gifts
Wrapped in coats
Scarves and mittens
Find their way
Into our arms
It’s Christmas time
One of the
Hardest things in
Life that I’ve
Learned is that
Those that love
Often and loose
Are plagued by
The memories of
Those sweeter times
At first those
Memories cause gut
Wrenching pain but
As time passes
The torture moves
From my mind
To my heart
Where they sing
The joyous songs
Of having loved
Bringing great comfort
I remember a
Time long before
This one long
Before you were
You and I
Were I now
Two goslings paddling
About a placid
Pond in Wisconsin
Noticing a chill
A sound telling
Us to fly
My wings started
To flap going
Nowhere until I
Felt your push
From behind sending
Me skywards looking
Back I yelled
What about you
Worry not about
Me but fly
We’ll be together
Again in a
Different life when
We can at
Last walk together
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 