My thoughts let go of a thousand memories,
Like faces, dates, times and places;
Yet I can recall fragments so easily,
Like a walk on a lonely Christmas Day.
In the middle of a storm I left my home,
And the wind blew back my raven hair;
As I meandered down a forest path,
And the wind paused in the trees above.
Snowflakes fell on me from the tangled branches,
Soft like weeping tears cascading over;
Then I recalled the reason for my melancholy,
Softly the snow drifts in a cemetery.
A headstone is buried deep in the pure white,
O, but one engraved word is revealed;
In the pristine December winter wonderland,
O, the one word revealed, Mother.
And I will recall your arms last embrace,
Till my heart stops beating . . . .
December 20, 2013