Oh how I
Wish that we
All were more
Like snowflakes and
Leaves and flowers
Admired for their
Uniqueness and the
Joy that brings
But instead we’re
Human constantly forcing
Our round selves
Into square holes
If the world
Celebrated its roundness
Then it wouldn’t
Need square holes
Who made square
Holes anyway I’ll
Tell you a
Bunch of squares
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
Somewhere isn’t as
Important as the
Someone I can
Live anywhere but
I can’t just
Love anyone so
I know that
When I find
My someone then
I’ll know where
My somewhere is
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 