December Comment Poem by Edwina Reizer

I was born in December,
too cold to remember.
Every year I'm reminded
of being born in December.

Coming from the warmth of my mother
and coming from another
time and place of beauty
where I knew something other
than cold.

I am a lover of warmth and sun
but that's not how I'd begun
my life on this cold place.
And when my blankets were undone
I'd shiver.

Will I leave in December
so I can remember
the cold that welcomed me
on my first December?
I wonder?