Christmas Is My Game
...He heard a noise and he stopped breathing.
Werewolf? Shadow monster?
His chest was heaving.
How far had he walked?
Shouldn’t he be at a town by now?
Hey! A tiny voice said. Up here!
It was a...
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Categories:
whilly, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Grandchildren
...There they are
living within our hearts while
coloring our world like rainbows over the sky
they seem like bits of fluff blowing whilly nilly in the wind
pausing now and again
to take in moments...
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Categories:
whilly, familyworld,
Form: Free verse