Time for my younger son! Jacob said he wanted me to post the following poems (his), so instead of me writing something mind-blowing (lol), I’ll let my son shine.
Wild winter that’s its name;
unpredictable is its game.
Once a year when it comes
with pesky winds and loads of
fun. Wild winter has a limit.
It melts to slush then
Lost without a meaning.
Like a thought in the back of my head.
Like broken glass or a kite in the sky,
but without the wind.
Someone find me . . . . I’m lost.
Heavy shadows in the corner
and fallen tears, they stain
my clothes. Wasting here, looking
back at my life, wishing that I
admired those who gave me life.
The ones I care about have all disappeared.
Heavy tears and many burdens,
I should not look back but
keep moving forward.