Yule Tide

Not everything is a christmas special

Mid December and the cold

Now seeps into my bones

Opening a old box of memories

Marked Christmas decorations

With a soft chuckle

I unwrap each item

Remembering

 

Within each a memory comes forth

And a smile crosses my face

Warm thoughts and holiday lights

Laughing faces, smoky incents of ham

Dinners and relatives on hand

The joy of presents under the Christmas tree

 

A slow descent into sadness

This box contains just my memories now

And those of an aging woman

For whom only a precious few Decembers remain

 

No need to take out the card rack

Few now come to be displayed

Each year, there’s less and less to put away

 

Going through the motions

It’s all I know

 

No one left to carry these thoughts anymore

 

One day the circle

Will close around me

My eyes will shut

And those memories

Like the yule tide will ebb

Vanishing in the ether

 

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Swapz

[BlueDreams]

A splendid piece of seasonal write .... :-)

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Poppy, sometimes i get caught up in this...and wonder where it's all gone...it can happen so fast, or we deny it until it smacks you in your face....just a bad day, tomorrow will be different.

[Ruth]

Heart wrenching love...sometimes Yule is nothing but memories, I can relate, this is touching and makes me feel so emotional...I understand this feeling, love to you hon xoxo