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My dad has a nack for meeting intresting people. Last year he introduced me to a man that worked at a hardware store, I can't remember his name. He is a recovering alcoholic like my dad and through his recovery, he wrote poetry. It was exactly this time last year that I met him and I remembered he sent me and my dad a poem. I recently refound this poem and decided to share it all with you guys!
SNOWFLAKES
God’s Beauty shown in snowflakes
As they float gently from the sky
Resemble people in our lives
That make me wonder why?
No matter just how gentle
I hold them in my hand
They go away like people
I’m not sure I understand
Maybe they need to touch me
Time and time again
Like a gentle winter snowfall
Who soon becomes a friend
But snowfalls can be a burden And sometimes bring us grief
Just like the people in our lives
Who share the same belief
That snowflakes will have touched me
Just like your gentle hand
And I would like to touch you back
So we both may understand
That no matter what the season
If the touches we can share
There may not be a snowflake
But each will know we care
Happeh Holidays Peoples!
 Sarpe_Drac · Tue Dec 16, 2008 @ 04:59am · 0 Comments |
