Inside the window I see us snipping and ripping papers, making confetti,
It’s going to be a new year and we want to be ready,
The confetti will fall like snow on their roof,
Your Papa will consider us vandals but in truth,
He and the paper will be carried away by the wind,
And though we were once in the window, we won’t always be friends,
Still I’m grateful for the time that we spent,
Windows and doors shut, not sure if we ever really knew what the other meant.
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 