This poem has always stuck with me for weird reasons. It's kind of an amalgamation of bits and pieces I remembered from three separate bizarro dreams.
Remembering with love...Christmas Eve's Old...
For some of us, simple beginnings elude our memory as we attempt to keep our balance in today’s storm of progress. If we’re lucky, unvoiced remembrances can cultivate ink for the pen needing to remember.
Theres not a day I don't think of the people that are missing in my life. One day Dad, I'll see you again. You've got me always looking up.
Just another handful of words and nothing more.
