It is very cold in winter.
There is a lot of snow.
You will need a coat.
Let's learn about the life cycle of snow.
The rain when it gets too cold,
The rain freezes and it make snow or ice.
And when it gets warm the rain melts.
I saw a bear,
He was sitting in my chair!
I ran up to the beast,
He said he was in terrible need of a feast!
I said I could help,
He gave a sudden yelp:
"Yes, you could help! You would be delicious!"
I stared in horror,
that bear was malicious!
I quickly ran away,
Mr. Bear was going to have to be hungry for a day
The woods are sleeping,
The snow is merry.
This is the month of February.
The trees are the same color as the ground;
A yucky, dirty, muddy brown.
Everything outside is gloomy,
And indoors its not so roomy.
The sky's the color of an elephant;
I don't really know if that's relevant.
Pale, cold, foggy, gray,
This isn't the time to play.
Everything is freezing and thawing and muddy;
This is the month of Febru-ugh-y.
In the echoes of a bingo hall's din,
A mother's voice, a cry within,
The news that shattered a fragile night,
Heralding darkness, casting light.
March of twenty-seventeen, the year,
When Tragedy whispered, drawing near,
A brother lost to heroin's grasp.
In shadows deep, he breathed his last.
I saw my mother's tears cascade,
As she received the call, her heart dismayed,
A son, a brother, taken too soon,
In the silence of a lonely room.
The days that followed, a haze a blur,
Arranging funerals, emotions stir,
Divorced parents united in grief,
As we searched for solace, seeking relief.
But in the midst of sorrow's tide,
I struggled with a grief untied,
For he, my brother, my closest friend,
Was lost to darkness in the end.
We were the only children, he and I,
Bound by blood, beneath the sky,
No other Sibling understood,
The bond we shared, misunderstood.
I begged him, pleaded, to break free,
From heroin's grip, its cruelty,
but her laughed it off, dismissed my fear,
Said, "Calm down, sis, I'll be here."
yet addiction's hold, relentless strong,
Proved fatal, cruel, in its song,
He underestimated its might,
And in that moment, lost the fight.
He was smart, loving, kind, they say,
But addiction stole him away,
First in life, then in death's embrace,
Leaving behind an empty space.
My heard forever broken, torn,
In grief's embrace, I am reborn,
Through therapy's touch and lessons learned,
In his memory, my soul yearned.
For though he's gone, forevermore,
in my heart, he'll dwell, evermore,
A beacon of love, a guiding light,
In the darkest hour, through the night.
So here I stand, forever changed,
In loss and love, forever chained,
To memories of a brother dear,
Whose absence I'll forever fear.
But through the pain, I find my way,
Learning to live, day by day,
in his honor, I'll rise above,
Embracing life, with boundless love.