As softly falling lace shaped flakes,
soundlessly cover the ground with white,
The world becomes blanketed in silence,
making all things impossible appear possible.
Staring out through a flurry of snowflakes,
mentally I check off, my life’s blessings.
Family, friends, warm place upon which to lay my head,
one wish, one desire consumes my mind.
Should THIS wish come true, life would be complete,
have purpose, meaning for me.
Santa, should you peruse this poem,
know it isn’t riches or material things requested of you.
My Christmas wish, is to become bestowed with a lifelong role;
of motherhood; which has eluded me this year.
This is my desire to fulfill for Christmas,
as the cold geometrical flakes descend upon me.
The season of Christmas sparks magic in the air,
creating unbelievable miracles for all.
Requiring a minuscule amount;
of Christmas magic bestowed on me, I hope with open heart and mind.
Believing in the wonder of what may be,
we are destined for amazing things.
If granted this wish; this magnificent chance;
to mold another’s life, to make a difference in the world,
Then my Christmas wish will become reality.
Eternally grateful I remain,
forever a believer of good things to come!
By: Jennifer L Roche