Like roots that suck up water, flourishing from the ground, A love that fills you up, you will feel draining down. When the flowers fade you are left standing with dry leaves, Holding gray instead of color, doubt instead of belief. The hopes and the promises feel snatched, plans all rearranged. A timeline guarantee not …
We thought it was the tree, the gifts, the lights, and staying up late, having pretend snowball fights. But they were Christmas. Our minds never imagined that they wouldn’t be with us. They were Christmas. They were big smiles and happy laughs, perfect gift finders and fun. They were kind, honest, and gave grace when …
