As I woke up my sleepy little boy
He jumped out of bed shouting with joy-
“Today is the first day of winter!” he said
As he jumped up and down, excited, in bed,
And I tried to join in his excitement in vain
The cynic in me looked at the dark clouds and rain
Nothing remarkable about this day I could see
Just warmer than usual, I shrugged indifferently..
All through the day, he remained excited
The first day of winter left him quite delighted
He wanted to read the story of the snow
In honor of the day- he’d read it yesterday though
While I trudged through the day, ordinary as ever
Can’t get excited by the season or weather..
On second thoughts, why shouldn’t I?
I’m afraid to sound silly, I guess that’s why-
Growing up implies restrictions on behavior
Until restraint becomes a second nature
And we forget to get excited by things inane
Being serious is the way to appear sane…
But seeing my son’s unbridled excitement
I resolved today to make an amendment
To my rules for self, and try to include
For ordinary things, appreciation and gratitude
So that next time when it is the first day of spring
I am ready to welcome the promises it will bring!
One thought on “The first day of winter”
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up. ~ Pablo Picasso
With the few strands of grey hairs on my head came a realization that very less is required in life to stay happy. And you’ve put it so beautifully, and it seemed like music to my ears.
Great writing…. Merry Christmas! 🙂