Frozen greens – on rolling hills.
I know the owner as he prepares
Christmas carols to sing.
Heisse Marroni stands are up,
darkest month filled up with light and love.
I stand here waiting and watching
train-tracks fill up with snow.
A thought occurred as
footprints of many appeared this morn.
I too saw your tracks as you wheeled
our little boy to daycare.
The thought of his little hands
reaching out to feel
first snowfall of his life.
Makes me wonder in awe – is this real?
Made my heart warm up with love
remembering the past and realising –
this too is a first for us,
parenthood, for eternity.
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 