The first day of winter

winterAs 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

  1. “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! 🙂

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