Monday, December 13, 2010
The snow comes and goes as it pleases. It doesn't need worry about the little things the we humans do everyday. It's blissfully happy as it is. There was a time, I'm sure of it, when we were, too, like the snow. Maybe centuries ago, but what changed? What happened to make us like we are now? Blood thirsty, power seeking, money greedy, people? Not that all of us are that way, of course.
So what does the snow represent to me? It represents hope that one day we will return to being like the snow and all wars will end along with all fights. Maybe one day we need not fret over the little things and rejoice over the important things.
Why do I feel this way?
Because snow brightens our world.
Maybe one day we will be snow.
Now, more than ever the snow makes me think. I can't tell you exactly why, but it does. It makes me think about those I've lost and those I still have. It makes me think about how quickly life goes by - and how unfair that sometimes is.
I wrote something the other day. Lately I haven't been sharing things that I write because a lot of it is really personal and doesn't really make much sense to the outside world. However, I would like to share this one.
I wrote this Thursday and Friday. This poem isn't really about Jimmy, because Jim wasn't due home for Christmas this year. However, a lot of the feelings and things are based off of how I felt about Jim and his job before, and how I dealt with it after and also how I see things, a bit.
"I'll Be Home for Christmas"
I’ll be home for Christmas,
He tells them,
But he knows he might not make it
Cause where he’s at.
Every breath is a gift,
But the worry they’ll never fully know
Is a weight he can lift.
So he tells them he’s safe,
And they’ve got nothing to worry about.
But he knows what goes through their minds,
That he’s the one thing they can’t live without.
They believe him,
Never again will they see his smile or
His eyes so blue.
Always true to his word,
Was home for Christmas, a half-mast flag
Flying free like a bird –
Because of his sacrifice
And the so many before him.
It sucks that it happens,
But it makes the future less dim.
He came home for Christmas,
Just not the way they prayed.
A flag drapes his coffin, a community cries,
As to rest he is laid.
They know he believed in what he did,
But that doesn’t heal the pain of a broken heart.
They watch as he is honored and saluted and
Each three shots stab them in the heart just like a dart.
The news talks about a hometown hero
And they know that’s exactly what he is.
They feel their pride for him, warm, deep inside them,
But they know the true honor was all his.
He didn’t see it that way,
And they could only see him as the boy they always knew.
Not as a veteran, but someone who is always honest and so
This Christmas, like always, they know to his word he stayed true.
They feel him near everyday,
Posted by Hanna at 11:22 AM