And Snowflakes Are Kisses

Dear Heavenly Father_ Christmas may not happen in many cities this season could you find a cure for Covid 19, Heavenly Father you know since mom and dad left my Christmas is quite forlorn and snowflakes are kisses for they so, so loved the Christmas season mom loved all the cooking (and grandma helped) dad got the tree and dad and I decorated grandma supervising critical from her rocking, rocking chair I have many memories now, there is only me, father and snowflakes are kisses I go to Christmas Eve mass and I pray for the poor and those in war and the sick there are so many living on the street, father, can you help and snowflakes are kisses and I weep for baby Jesus and his sad destiny I am so sorry that your son had to die for us (Mary did you know) and I recall last Christmas dragging out the tattered box of inherited decorations and I touched each one weeping at the memories then, put them back in the box and donated them to charity and snowflakes are kisses _____________________________ November 20, 2020 Poetry/Free Verse/and snowflakes are kisses Copyright Protected, ID 11-1306-320-20 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, Christmas sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 12/03/20 Second Place