It is this time of the year
Where silence is not cherished
But happy thoughts instead wished
On all hearts, my festive cheer.
Found memories are in highest gear
For families and friends alike.
Poetry is my merry mic
For Christmas and New Year.
Bright stars are far away
But my love has no boundary
Moulded from nativity's foundry
Where the good shepherd lay.
Remember me as I do thee
For we breathe the same air.
Your festive heart, my constant flair
Like roots of God's Cedar Tree.
December 18,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013
Revised Oct 19th 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem