Who Will Carve This ChristmasA Poem by GeeMissing loved ones
The messages shorter, less sincere than in previous years,
with the black ink used reflecting his mood as his pen dragged laboriously across snow white Christmas cards, each glib, festive greeting sealed with kisses from lips chapped by sorrows cold winds. His favourite time of year now dreaded, bad enough one empty chair at the table. They'd not discussed who'd bless, carve, it was as if not talking might somehow make it easier, instead the opposite, trepidation and a wishing the day over filled his heart, a heart that longed for his childhood Christmas' of fun, laughter, love. And then came tears, tears that fell sorely, unashamedly, freely, as the last card read before not writing, "To a very special father at Christmas time " © 2024 GeeAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
1951 Views
37 Reviews Added on December 2, 2017 Last Updated on December 1, 2024 |


Flag Writing