The snow falls in wheeling white clouds.
Each flake is unique in its way.
Here I sit upon the snowy white ground,
Wishing you were here today.

Bittersweet December,
The month you left us behind.
It's two weeks 'til Christmas,
But you've never left my mind.

Craggy trees are bare beneath a gray sky,
While I sit here and think about you.
Three years seems like a very long time,
But it's passed by so quickly too.

Chorus

I will graduate in May,
Go to college in the fall,
And man, I gotta say,
I can't believe you've missed it all.
Life can sure be hard,
But the joys are much more.
You sure seem so far,
Up in heaven with the Lord.

Chorus

Bittersweet December,
A tribute to you, my friend.
Even though I miss you,
I know I'll see you again.
I still remember, Gatlin.

Emily Whelchel
December 15, 2010

Postmodernism

The sky is green.  The grass is white.
There is no day.  There is no night.
The dankest caves now give off light.
What once was small now has great height.

The stars have formed a box of stairs.
The knowing eyes are unaware.
My heart is laughing... over there.
Come paint the sunrise, if you dare.

The silent lips can only scream.
The earth is tearing at the seams.
When I'm awake, life is a dream.
So tell me: what does it all mean?

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

9-21-10