Pink Christmas Kisses-------Potd

He told me he loved me. It was winter and snowing. We walked on the street. In a suburb, what a treat. Houses aglow, Rudolph outside. I wanted Santa there to go for a sky ride. Mom had her pink flocked tree in our bay window glowing. He kissed me then, I hoped my blushing was not showing. That does seem, like centuries ago. That innocent kiss, so blessed by the snow! It was so crystalline and pure as were we. Kissing so sweetly,in front of Mom's pink tree. The years are gone, so is my Mother, like her! Oh.no, there shall never be another. God, eventually, calls us to our eternal home. Where happiness and peace do exist and we never want to roam!             4/29/2021