Shivering me, lost in thoughts of falling snow with eyes impaled on lights that blink and glow I watch the Christmas scene unfold and flow into a stitch of time, that hours can't un-sew
The little girl in me that once took life in toe has disappeared from view and now I must forgo the ringing of the bells this year, for I am still standing at the window waiting for you, Bill
Bereavement ***** and life can be a cruel blow I am still trying to figure out this slippery hill In my hands I hold three stones that I can't throw and an armload of love that death can never ****
Perhaps through this I can traverse and grow into a brilliant star of heaven and instill the light that I once held that shone at will inside these memories, that just won't go...