Something Left Behind
There must be something left behind,
of the child that we used to be.
If we search within we may find,
that we still hold on to the key.
Christmas, a time of joy and love,
with it's glow of heavenly light.
A brilliant star, from high above,
shining through the darkest night.
As we grow older we drift away,
from childhood visions and dreams.
Sadly, the innocence doesn't stay,
it can't live among adult themes.
Why can't we search our mind,
for a fond memory pushed aside?
Perhaps there is one, easy to find,
and will no longer be denied.
One could lead to many more,
until their power would revive.
All of the magic we look for,
as our Christmas spirit comes alive.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2023
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