A Little Bit of Everything

A bittersweet poem I wrote a while ago


She dances
Round, and round and round
Joining the snowflakes
In a spirited waltz
The world becoming nothing but a white blur
Oblivious of the little girl
Dancing in the cold
Head lifted up to the sky
Laughing

Round and round she twirls
Until she falls
Gently into a downy pile of snow
And the world turns round
Her eyes close
And her mind flits
From one memory to the next

Christmas as a little girl
Father by the fire, smiling
Drinking cocoa
Listening to Christmas carols
Mother’s bubbling laughter
The warmth of the house

Again, Christmas
But Father is no longer there
The cocoa is tasteless
And mother stays in bed
The house is silent and cold

Another Christmas memory,
Mother is smiling
A new father is making the fire
Christmas isn’t the same
Mother grows sick

A different memory
Alone
Mother and Father have left
To be in a place
With eternal laughter
To leave the little girl
To dance in the snow
Alone

But now, as the cold
Gently brushes
The girl’s pale cheeks
Her soul dances
Soaring above
The tops of snow covered pines
There is laughter
And the world turns on
As the little girl leaves
To be with her Father
for Christmas