I Wish They Were Here

I wish they were here, I do
I would love to show them the snow
That covers the ground two feet up
The snow that keeps falling
And falling, and blowing
And covering more of the land
That freezes my heart across borders

I’d love them to see the white sprinkles
That the cold, cold winter blows
Upon the windows sweating in the house
Over the icicles hanging from the roof
On my street, such empty street,
So empty, empty indeed, without them
To walk its frozen sidewalks
On my backyard, such void place
So void and ghostly, indeed
Without the little ones playing
And laughing and throwing snow balls
On my backyard, so few times visited
So few, if ever, at all even visited
That the only footprints on the layered snow
Are those of my own tired feet
On my backyard, so silent and numbing
That it echoes only the unmanageable sounds
Of a tow truck on the adjacent street
On the adjacent, ghost-white street

I wish they were here, I do
If only to find a welcoming smile
A familiar voice, reverberant, wild
When I drag myself back home
Through the thickened snow

About Gabriel Mongefranco

Gabriel Mongefranco is your software developer for all things data: extraction, integration, analytics and security. He is also a blogger, a poet, a proud father and a faithful Christian. He is always eager to contract with faith-based nonprofits! Learn more.