I dreamt of
Lovers past and
Present they brought
Me joy like
That first snowfall
In late November
Full of wonderment
And awe like
That first tickling
Ahh upon dipping
Toes in a
Cool Wisconsin lake
And warmth like
That cabin fire
In Vermont after
An afternoon of
Sledding I awoke
Nestled beneath comforters
Knowing that I
Was loved and
In turn loved
It’s true that
We go together
Like grilled cheese
And tomato soup
Find comfort together
Like puppies sleeping
Fit together like
Letter and envelope
As different as
Winter and summer
Yet revolve around
Each other like
Sun and moon
Sharing the sky
Shining when the
Other is asleep
Subtle as winks
Grand as laughter
There are so
Many people looking
Looking for this
And that looking
For things outside
Looking for those
People that will
Complete them completely
Always looking ahead
Looking to what’s
Next looking around
The corner or
Across the room
Looking for that
Hint that glint
Of cautious interest
Of invitation of
Hope always looking
Away from where
They find themselves
Truth be that
The joy that
They look for
Is in the
Last place that
They look it’s
Oddly found there
Right with them
My dear boy
One of the
Hardest things to
Understand is the
Responsibility to others
That you have
Simply being who
You are yourself
To you you’re
No big deal
Young or old
But oh to
Others you’re an
Example of who
They might wish
To be never
Underestimate the gift
That you are
To the world
Oh how I
Had wished and
Hoped that that
One present hidden
Way in the
Back behind the
Pretty ones beneath
The big ones
Tucked almost out
Of sight the
One that caught
The glint of
Christmas morning sun
Was mine and
Finally after an
Explosion of paper
Boxes and ribbon
Presented to me
It was and
There inside was
Your smile the
Way you look
At me when
I don’t make
Sense the sound
Of your laughter
At last knowing
That you’re mine
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 