PICTURES IN THE SNOW

~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

I stare out through the window
With my baby in my arms,
Singing "rock-a-bye to sleep",
Dreaming of the things to come

Street lights are shining dimly,
Halfway veiled by falling snow.
The lamps in neighbors windows
Give a soft and shadowed glow.

Cars move slowly, almost silent;
On their homeward way they go.
Sitting here in early twilight,
I see pictures in the snow.

The years move on so swiftly
Things change with passing time
These arms that held that baby
No longer hold what's mine.

More souls have journeyed onward
Casting shadows on my face.
Somewhere beyond the twilight
In that quiet and peaceful place.

Some say the hour is darkest
Just before the dawn appears.
I'm still waiting in the twilight
But my eyes are full of tears.

This loneliness surrounds me
And things sometimes look so grim.
And the hope for life that's better
Often looks so very dim.

Footprints out on the walkway.
Snow will fill them very soon.
Far away in time and distance
I hear that old familiar tune.

Spring birds will soon be singing
And flowers blooming all around.
But as I stand here in the shadows
Snow still covers up the ground.

Waiting in the twilight dreaming
Of the ones I used to know.
I can almost see their faces
Among those pictures in the snow.

© 2009 - Christine Ross