The Cold of Winters How Can My Words Perceive

The many winters I had seen When once I was a teen Gathered inside our small living room Joy and simplicity our faces illume Warm with laughter at striking stories Light is the heart and empty of worries My sisters and sole brother The treasure of my father and my mother Mum, our angel of the earth The springs of our gaiety and mirth Moving in the magic of her young age Our hunger for hot food would assuage Would even bring a piece of paradise To us, if we dared ask, for any price Dad, overloaded, would tread miles for our sake Serene reassuring smiles while so much at stake The nights echoed holy verses dad used to read Developing a sense of belonging to his creed Opening our hearts to the graces and blessings of the Divine In my veins, a life of a tender love I’ll ever enshrine ***** Many winters had passed Still nourished of a so precious past Confined to the tranquility of the night The magic box would offer dreams in black and white Stress and concern evaporated and lost weight Soft whispers.. suppressed giggles with life pulsate The quietest of corners I would always look for My sanctuary, my home made bookstore Ever my worlds side by side shaping the inner me No single worry over the one whom I would be Why would I when I was entangled in more than one story Preened myself on my pen musing in my world of ivory My younger sis who of English knew no word Would grant me her patience and love for what she heard Love and most of all contentment and gratitude Deeply remained, the reign of my worlds and my soul food The cold of winters, now, how can my words perceive In my realm of poesy what of warmth willing to weave The winter of our Life which many abhor My wishes I will have the grace to adore.