Ellen's Window Sill
Ellen’s Window Sill (Nov 2017)
A little hand pulled at the curtain
And looked to see what wasn’t certain
And yes, so many years ago
All of us would hope for snow
Today the silver, make it shine
We think of family and plan to dine
This merry season with cold clime
We think of friends we think of time
That little hand did let it go
Those morning footprints in the snow
To turn around and then to see
Elf made toys beneath the tree
Today the rush, it’s to the store
Then a wreath placed on the door
We send the cards and make the call
Family and friends, we love them all.
Now pause for a moment if you will
And lean once more upon that sill
Know that which counts is not the year
It’s opening memories with all so dear
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2017
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