If mental scars
were rungs
on a ladder
It would
stretch up
into heaven

You smelled the roses
used them till Withered
and toss aside
for a new one
All you did was
temporary love.

You like new,
Young and
Shiny
But then again
You get bored
And opt
for a new one.
All you did was
temporary love.

You sing songs
Of love and
Praises
Yet you avoid
pain and Fear
of Risking it all
All you ever did was
Temporary love.

My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

My children want me
To put up the Christmas tree
And sing Christmas carols with glee
Right through the year for free
For they believe the Christmas Spirit
Should just not be confined
To a single limited season
But throughout the year
For a good and noble reason
This world definitely needs
Christmas’ true spirit
Of love and peace
Throughout the year
And I will give them
Gifts of verse
Throughout the year