Not Just Yet
He ran with a smile to greet me
Bundled and ready to brace the cold
My nephew has grown, soon he’ll be gone
But now he’s only four years old
He asks me to unlock the higher lock
Ready to go outside and play
I hesitate, he becomes impatient
Pouts and says, “I’ve waited for this all day”
I think about not letting him out
It’s far too cold out there
Too dangerous and scary
- And lonesome too
He looks up at me and stares
Want to know my biggest pet peeve?
It happens every New Year’s Eve
When there’s a fresh ground of snow
Everywhere that you go
- And no one has yet to step outdoors
The snow remains untouched, pure,
And still innocent
It’s yet to be corrupted
It has the freedom to roam
Restricted by no one
It can look to the sky
And feel right at home
-It's safe …
He looks into my eyes and sighs
Tells me to keep my promise
I let the door open wide
He runs outside
And I look towards the sky for solace
- K.S. Fort
From, "Everything : Creative Chaos "
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