So many things always come to mind
As winter time approaches again
My childhood is filled with treasures
Winter in Port Angeles a snowy blend.
I loved it there but alas we did move on
But still stayed in Washington state
Christmas time was so joyous
From homemade presents to food we ate.
My family did not have much money
Bills for medical ensued for mom
But creativity of building and sewing
They fashioned gifts that lasted so long.
I wish I had them still today, of course
Memories of mom and dad making a fuss
Will stay with me and I'll remember
The pure joy of winter and Christmas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem