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"In the Middle of December"
by Jeph Johnson
Mom's birthday
she gets younger every year
while I catch up on her wisdom
and follow her good cheer
like a debutante again,
experiencing love
her soul has finally found its mate
and she knows he's the one
so she catches up her dances
with him in the desert breeze
in the middle of December
while up North her loved ones freeze
yes the middle of December
might to some seem rather gloomy
however, seeing only clouds
you're not really looking through them
there's still a sun who's just as bright
as summer shining down
and it's our job to notice
how the clouds don't make a sound
except when thunderstorming
or spattering the rain
building through our senses
wisdom to our brain
the kind my Mom's accomplished
the kind I still strive for
in the middle of December
with no presents to afford
