Her sleeping breath sounds
Like soft shoes in a dry snow
And I think of home
Her little wet hands
Heather’s skating rink kisses
She smiles at me
Back of the closet
Winter hats Mittens and scarves
And I weep for home
Fires in the fireplace
Winter when we feel closer
Thanking my father
Like soft shoes in a dry snow
And I think of home
Her little wet hands
Heather’s skating rink kisses
She smiles at me
Back of the closet
Winter hats Mittens and scarves
And I weep for home
Fires in the fireplace
Winter when we feel closer
Thanking my father
3 comments:
That is beautiful brother.
Niiiiiice.
Good Job! :
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