YET

YET

The season of goodwill

and love…

yet…how can one feel so alone?

Surrounded by family…

I smile and join in the fun.

Lovely presents, I express my thanks…

yet…these gifts do not bring me joy.

Grateful though I am,

presents hold no interest for me.

In the kitchen…alone, I cook up a feast

that hungry bellies around the world would crave…

yet for me…it’s not what I would savour.

Eat until we’re full…

yet…I feel so empty.

We watch seasonal films…funny…

I laugh out loud at times…

yet…laughs that I do not feel within.

More Yuletide tokens later in the day…

yet…I’m tired.

I return to my…roof…

yet…not a home…

no Christmas dwells in these walls.

It started out…

I woke up feeling so alone.

There was no morning cuddle to warm my heart,

No “Merry Christmas darling!”

I would trade every last one of my Christmas gifts

to share a meaningful smile…

across the Christmas table…

to be the twinkling light on someone’s Christmas tree…

to be the first and last thought of someone special…

yet…alone again…I shed Christmas tears.

I want so badly to love…and be loved…

play an important part in someone’s life…

and yet again…I go to bed so lonely!

 

© Eva Bielby 2017