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.