Open Poetry #34 |
Hung as Before |
MyHeartofShadows Member
since 2004-09-04
Posts 88Hyattsville, MD |
These are the times when festive hanging return, Soon I'll pick a tree to decorate with glass and foil, Windows will all have electric candles to burn, Tradition will be brought from boxes stored. We’ll have a festive meal and toast the child king, I the only wine drinker this year once more, Then ponder what presents the morn will bring, I suppose each year without will be easier, But memories remain too sharp and near Like when I hang our first ornament high We couldn’t afford a tree that very first year, I was my favorite Christmas. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Double checking on the last line - should it have been it? Or am I off track? Otherwise - enjoyed this very much - rather lonely though - Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Bittersweet write...hope things are happier for you this Christmas. Hugs~ ~ Let peace begin with me... ~ |
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