Lost Dreams

When Christmas comes, I cannot help but grieve
For one who used to share the fun with me.
It seems unfair that you were called to leave
And not another Yuletide would you see.

But even more, when New Year comes around,
You should be here to watch the ball descend.
We'd keep the tv on, turn down the sound,
And then we'd share a game of sweet pretend.

This year we'd have a chance to have our fling,
That trip we talked about, but never took.
Then we might sit awhile and dream of spring;
While through new garden catalogues we look.

A new yellow magnolia would be grand;
Imposingly abloom in our front yard,
If we could squeeze out one more bit of land.
The many plantings makes your mowing hard.

But like the trip, our garden plans were lost
When you sailed off without me that fall day.
I sit alone as wistful thoughts accost;
Knowing I'll still be lonely, come next May.

By: Joyce12/26/02