A poem
There’s something special about December-
That nip in the air,
Tinsel and twinkle all around,
The smell of goodies being baked,
Joyous laughter overflowing…
Memories of making a cake at home,
Chopping fruits into tiny pieces,
Taking turns to lick (I mean stir) the batter,
That excitement to taste the first piece…
A poem about waiting
We wait for the day with dreamy eyes,
When your hands will entangle with mine,
And we’ll walk happily down the aisle,
To walk off into the sunset with a smile.
We wait for the day when distance doesn’t mean a plane ride,
When sharing a meal doesn’t have to…
