When Winter Comes Poem by Marea Johnson

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