Footprints I carry

Frivolous December mornings, a year back, recalled
Memory flashing bright, the time of holiday
Careless bright colours adorning shapeless bodies
Happiness like birthday balloons floating in air
A teenager, the snow on her red hushed faces
A cotton coat too slight for a snowy white morning
Numb fingers feel the icy cold walls and trembling fingers
Struggling to make the slightest movement of an inch
As she gently lay her fingers on the snowman
That her overexcited sister made
She started to feel the essence of the cold, its beauty
And she laid down on the snow as the sun broke in
Filling the silvery essence with bold hues of red..

Life is like this, As quickly as something grows onto you
Another breaks in, too tough to realise, too easy to like..