Home for the Holidays

Poem by Stefania Camaci

I peered around my old curtains 
admiring the glistering flakes
holding my breath as they 
delicately descended from the clouds,
 
the house across the street left their lights on
just like they did my adolescent years,
and the bulbs glowed softly, guiding the flurries,
helping them find their place in this world
 
my forehead touched the frosty chilled window
cherishing the snow globe I grew up in
where I first learned to ice skate 
and drive through slushy sleet filled winters