When winter comes I will think of you
And how your eyes twinkled brighter
than the christmas lights.
When winter comes I will put up the tree
you would have wanted
and decorate it by myself.
When winter comes I will be cold and alone
even if the sun
should break through.
When winter comes I will see your face
everywhere I go.
Everywhere.
For my beautiful Mother Virginia 1943
I miss you Mommy.
~Marea E. Johnson
beautiful - i don't know whether you have lost someone or its the breakdown of a relationship but i can feel the emotions xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An emotional tribute to a loving mother against the backdrop of Christmas and the winters.