• he looks out the window on a cold winter day
    he sees the little kids run and play
    his friends ask why hes in a grim mood
    but that only worsens his foul tood
    he has a reason
    to hate this season
    but he keeps it hidden away
    because he is still trying to forget
    that tradgic day
    every thing was fine
    the mourning of christmas eve
    he woke up to dine with his mother and father
    he went to play in the snow
    but deep inside his mothers lungs
    a sickness didnt show
    that night he lay down in bed
    and his mother kissed him on the forhead
    but in the middle of the night
    he sat up
    he didnt feel alright
    he went into his parents room
    only to find sheer doom
    his mother lay pale in bed
    a dripping rag on her head
    and then his father looked over and said
    im sorry son
    she is dead