At Christmas
We have no choice but to pause
As shopping halts,
Traffic dissipates,
The focus on gifting fades.
No choice but to pause
As we think of
Those we love.
Our children,
Their children,
Our nieces, nephews, cousins,
Our friends.
Where we once sat,
Places where we gathered
To celebrate family and friendship.
Our children,
Their children,
Our nieces, nephews, cousins,
Our friends.
No choice but to pause
As we think of
Tables, pews, couches,Where we once sat,
Places where we gathered
To celebrate family and friendship.
No choice but to pause
As thoughts of those
No longer in our lives
Fill our hearts
Like my mother
Who would have been 88 today,
My brother, who would have
Gobbled too many gingerbread.
In just a few hours,
The hustle and bustle of returns, bargains.
Works, business, travel, adventure,
Living,
Will overtake the pause
Of Christmas
Yet thought of people,
Rather than gifts
Will linger as today's pause
Gives way to tomorrow.
Like my mother
Who would have been 88 today,
My brother, who would have
Gobbled too many gingerbread.
In just a few hours,
The hustle and bustle of returns, bargains.
Works, business, travel, adventure,
Living,
Will overtake the pause
Of Christmas
Yet thought of people,
Rather than gifts
Will linger as today's pause
Gives way to tomorrow.
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