Winter by Jayne Amanda Burford

The tightness of breathing in the minus cold air

As we shiver against the frostiness

Fingers and toes tingle as the temperature seeps

Faces burn, so cold we can’t speak.

 

But with the winter, comes Christmas time

Merriment and merrymakers, the excitement does build

families, little children, granny’s & grandpa’s

The big plannings to unfold.

Behave cry the mothers, or Santa will be told!

 

But with all good times come memories from old

A little guilty at times, if our truths do be told

Raise a glass to those memories

Look up to the sky’s

Close your eyes for one moment.

Open up your mind’s eye

Have a break from that torment

For they are here, right beside you

They walk by your side, smiling and laughing

Then silently waving goodbye.