Where I’m from
I’m from a quiet and delicate place,
That raised me as a child.
From the frosty winter days,
To the cold and stormy nights.
We were all together,
One by one,
Reading joyous holiday tales.
While red and green lights twinkling along
With the Christmasy music playing in the background.
Drinking hot chocolate as dark as mud
and sweet as plain sugar.
While the snowflakes outside fluttered softly
Like a soft piece of clay roaming within the night
I’m from the worry-less place we call home
From the gifts wrapped in rich and glossy
red and green wrapping paper.
To the savory scents that fly from the table.
Where the memories collected and cherished forever.
Where children become older
and carry on the tradition.
That we will forever remember that we are family.
No matter what happens.
I look back at those moments and I’m grateful for this
time. Year by year. Day by day.
Just one phone call away.
I’m from those moments.