The Ghost of Winter Past
Helping a child a lesson newly preached
Frost-Kissed breath paints the night, a chilling scene,
Snowflakes swirl, a spectral curtain drawn between.
An old man walks, cloaked in shadows deep,
Memories frozen, secrets he shall keep.
He halts by a window, glass reflecting white,
A younger him, eyes lit by Christmas light.
Laughter rings, carols fill the air so thin,
A family gathered, love burning within.
But a shadow creeps, joy starts to dim,
Whispers of loss, a teardrop rolls down his chin.
Empty chair, laughter now a hollow sound,
Winter's heart, forever winter-bound.
He turns away, the vision fades in mist,
The weight of years, a burden he can't resist.
But as he walks, a warmth begins to grow,
From whispers of kindness, seeds of love he sowed.
He sees himself, years later, hand outstretched,
Helping a child, a lesson newly preached.
Kindness blooms, a fragile winter rose,
Melting the frost, where only sorrow froze.
The old man smiles, a tear escapes his eye,
The Ghost of Winter Past, learning how to fly.
For even in darkness, hope can take its flight,
And winter's heart can find its summer light.
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Comments (1)
This sure was very emotional! Fantastic work!