December 22, 2018

The tree, in its box, stays put this year
The wreaths remain unhung
Cookies and tins, unbaked and unshared
The lights will remain dark and unstrung

The cheer will appear, but is forced this year
The meal will have less fanfare
The cold will be felt a little deeper now
With the grief of your loss in the air

Hearts are heavy, and quiet, and somber this year
Amid all of the bustle and fun
Carols will stay unplayed and unsung
Biding time til the season is done

It’s temporary, just now, it’s only this year
For Christmas itself is held dear
Time is the only healer of loss
Of a loved one who’s no longer here

Miss you Dad.

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