You stole my heart that mild Floridian
Winter you were born
And made me your inmate forevermore
Though my doors weren’t locked
You made me again see the joys of life
Like a groom and his brand new wife
You made me want to stick around
Savor more sights and sounds
Now I wish I’d sown a tree
To commemorate the glee
That I felt along with others
The glee pure gold to mothers.

Comments
jennifer | February 1, 2009 - 18:01
This line stands out for me:
'And made me your inmate forevermore
Though my doors weren’t locked'
It's wonderfully put!
J x