Memory of you (poem 2)

I remember you, it’s hard when I don’t get to see you

I remember how tall and well-built you look

I remember your smile and your brown curls

I remember the love you give me

I remember your scent on my clothes and on my hair

I remember how your hand fits in mine

I remember how much I love you and miss. 

Why December (poem 3)

December, why not?

December is the last month and the longest 

It’s the month with snow, Christmas, and new years 

December it’s important to me

Why you may ask

December it’s the first time I had everything

December is gloomy but its cover of white snow

December, come back don’t leave.