Care

When I grew up, Christmas time meant family time.

The coziness of cold evenings, spent near the wood fire.

The small but beautiful decorations, put up by my mom.

Now it has become a time of the year of peace and reflection.

My mom is no longer around, my dad neither.

I still value so much the values they taught me:

 

Roots reaching deep 

in my heart and soul 

A seed had been planted 

Mom had planted love and care

The roots reach so deep
'coz she watered the seed
she fed it and let grow
from sapling to majestic tree

The roots are deep and strong.
Getting love and care, for so long
Blossoms, fruits all year round
Seeds to share and lots of bliss

So many thanks my mom