Passion Of The Air


With the holiday’s approaching, i cant help but think of my mom, so i wrote another poem for her

“The coldness of the air speaks memories and familiarity, traditions and times spent, My sisters are heaven sent, my father is gaining what love intended, so much i wish to say to my mom who’s passed away, she left us with some things to remember, that being a family is more than just eating a thanksgiving dinner. Its awkward moments, those arguments, make up’s, affectionate touches. The leaves changing reminds me of her, the time that’s passing reminds me of reality. I can’t shake what her spirit put inside me” -Christa Cobb



2 Responses

  1. Hope Says:

    Loved your poem!

  2. Christa Cobb Says:

    Thank you :)

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