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Holiday Poetry by Michel
Welcome, holiday traveler. You have reached the section of my realm containing poetry by Michel. A talented writer, I thank Michel for entering. May Michel's holiday season be merry and bright.
Christmas Memories
The first snow fell
In the cold of the night
And brought me memories
Of Christmases past.
I'm getting old
My sweet Ice Rose.
One year as a child
I stood on the porch
As we left for midnight mass
And the first snow came.
Beauty grasped me
With the calm and colors
Of the cold night sky
Sprinkled with white.
I'm getting old
My sweet Ice Rose.
How my brother and I
Dreamed and hoped
As we left childish notes
For my parents.
We drew pictures
Of an electric train,
The fantastic toy
Our hearts desired.
I'm getting old
My sweet Ice Rose.
We did get it
But we couldn't play
With it
Until our father had.
Uneasily we waited
For the hours it took
To set it up, just right
And test it, forever.
I'm getting old
My sweet Ice Rose.
My father is gone,
My mother is gone,
My brother is gone.
Christmas is back.
I'm getting old
My sweet Ice Rose.
Christmas is not the same
As "in the good old days",
So kiss your loved ones
And bundle your memories
For Christmases to come,
My sweet Ice Rose.
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Michel
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