When winter comes I will think of you <br />And how your eyes twinkled brighter <br />than the christmas lights. <br /> <br />When winter comes I will put up the tree <br />you would have wanted <br />and decorate it by myself. <br /> <br />When winter comes I will be cold and alone <br />even if the sun <br />should break through. <br /> <br />When winter comes I will see your face <br />everywhere I go. <br /> <br />Everywhere. <br /> <br /> <br />For my beautiful Mother Virginia 1943 <br />I miss you Mommy. <br /> <br /> <br />~Marea E. Johnson<br /><br />Marea Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-winter-comes-2/
