The Present Is 'Care'
Bells jingle
Colored lights shine
Trees glitter
Music plays
But still,
This time of year
Is so hard for many
The air is cold
The skies are gray
Tears fall
With icicles hanging
In their hearts
They just need warmth
From others
To not feel alone
To feel part of the season
Dancing all around them
The present is not an object
The present is ‘care’
Heidi Sands
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2016
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