Through sorrow and tears
learning to move on and learn...

I once had blooming hope
that he would come back...

A man of not even thirty
inheriting the family company...

Gather with friends and family
to celebrate a sweet sixteen...

The halls are crowded
hateful words are spited...

He enters nervous and shaken
fighting back a strong addiction...

Lights embellish, showcasing bright cheer
flowers are frosted white and pure...

A power hungry leader
dividing a country by two...

Captivating thoughts consume
dreams creativity paints...

Come along my dear child
as I release you in the world...

Winter's rose begins to bloom
Green fades into myth and dream...

Dear God and or Santa
Thank you for this Christmas...