melissaahowells
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december is colder
for those who are alone its darker and the light wanes nose pressed to the pane don't you wonder who those strangers are seated around the table firefly lights altering their faces the flushing rosy -cheeked grin of mutual admiration all around best all american family making luxury of what they've got which is each other is there a memory locked in my vault a snapshot recalled a silliness and sharing somewhere to be internally reviewed I could make do with those pictures where do and did they go forts in the snow the singing zing of pucks on a board a small Eskimos reward the wild ride screaming ride down the hill and the belief in temporary flight and what might come tonight under the tree while the pinging of angels on bells lilts and hangs in the air child's eyes a opioid over-glazed stare to think that a fat man eats the cookies and delivers something for nothing just because you are you would a surprise polaroid do the vision indellible of the real jolly fat fellow and the pawing of hooves on the rooftop too it must be diamonds or stars glazing over the windows and ice it must be the smells baking in the oven the smell of fresh pine that stolen piece of magic the divinity will do where do those christmases go in their bright paper and bows and the singing of carols where your mother adores and cajoles you to sing along with her too what is this curiousity this implausible long-lost city gone from me go and remove to do I want to come back to you revisit you the ghost that is christmases past come back to roost and subdue the child that I was the child that still is the wonder that alwasy shall be. and the words of my Grandfather who is gonna love you like I do? legal copyright for this poem 12/12/2021 5:19pm and also for this writer melissa a. howells and also for this legally copyrighted and registered site title. thank you for reading on my momentary lapse to the past. Vote for this poem |
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