Red, orange, yellow, purple, blue and green;
The colors flow smoothly from her fingers
A rainbow of yarn like I’ve never seen
So absorbed in her I stop and linger
With every twist of her agile wrist
I watch intently as the afghan grows
Without looking, she creates every stitch
Then carefully crochets them into rows
The weight of it on her is comforting
Its warmth blocks out the chilly winter air
Still I can’t keep myself from wondering
Will it soon be too much for her to bear?
I have seen many years;
They have not changed me
I have lived life;
Life has not defeated me
I have seen death;
Death has not altered me
I have known love;
Love has not abandoned me
I have seen darkness;
Darkness has not frightened me
I have felt failure;
Failure has not weakened me
I will sing my songs;
My words will comfort me
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
Your warmth draws me awake and
My lips caress your beauty
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
My arms pull you to me as
I whisper I love you
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
That you will comfort me or
Ease my pain with your touch
Each New Day I Wonder
Will this be the last time?
That I will dream of you
We are all born into a room filled with many doors
The decisions we make decide which door will open and which will close
Until the end, when we find ourselves standing alone in the dark
With only one door left
Christmas Past
On the face of many Christmas’s past
Fond memories still linger true and sound
Cold weather, snow and frost will never last
When the warmth of your friendship does abound
Christmas Present
A mom moves through the silent home
While all her children sleep and dream
Dying embers cast soft shadows
On their gentle sleeping faces
She smiles; it is the life she loves
Christmas Future
She sits alone in the dark
Her tree is unlit and bare
The room is so cold and stark
Only her last breath stirs the air
Her family all far from home
Living their Christmas fare
Across the world they did roam
Leaving no one left to care
Futile musings of an old ghost
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