Winter

Not everyone enjoys winter.

Soft white snow glistened gently on the ground,

Its beauty bringing joy to all around.

But some spend that day wallowing in sadness,

They slowly spend the day sinking into madness.

For some, Christmas isn't as joyous as it may seem,

For people like Kate, it isn't such a wonderful dream.

For on that dreaded day a few years ago,

Blood tainted such soft white snow.

A man with a wicked grin, a knife in hand,

Her hands began to shake, she could no longer stand.

For her mothers grip loosened on her arm,

Her large eyes widened in alarm.

In the reflection of her big brown eyes,

Her own mother before her, began to die.

"No!" She cried out as loud as she could,

What she was watching unfold before her simply could not be understood.

This little girl didn't know what she would loose,

A mother, a figure, an idol too.

The little girl who walked Christmas alone,

Who would forever be in her own sad little zone.