Bundling you up
like a baby
Your Pooh scarf
hugging your neck-
We roll you out
into the
winter's night
to take
our usual trip.
We arrive -
only to wait.
Clouds of mist
flow from my mouth
as I tell you
how much I love you.
I become five
when you are
like this.
I pull
your blankets
tighter around you
as if to put off
the inevitable.
You are
more
beautiful
than
the
rain
the
icicles
the snow.
I have but
one of you.
You are my past.
My present.
My future.
My world.
I do not know then
that I will lose you
to the long battle
you have fought
so valiantly.
It would only be later
that I would learn
that we would never
spend another
winter night
together-
in silence
speaking to each other
through our eyes.
A moment in winter-
frozen in time.
For my beautiful mother Virginia.
I miss you mommy. 1943~2008
~Marea E. Johnson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem i love the winter too.It very sweet piece.