Poem -

at the topmost of trees

​​perhaps, 
you've searched deep in cupboards, or
under the stairs
in the sparkling lights or
the glossed Christmas wares

in attics or...angels...at the
topmost of trees
and, if, you've found Christmas
you have found more than me

perhaps, in the carols that choir
boys sing, or
in family and parties, in the church
bells that ring
in mincepies and chocolates
or a child... full of glee
so, if you've found Christmas,
please, return it, to me

M ~

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

A lot of people are going through a lot this year...

Some just haven't felt the Spirit in too long...

A lot of people are angry...

​​​​​​Some people are going through things that isn't Christmassy at all...

Some Christmases get wrecked for the rest or many of them...

​​​​​​If I could give you one day and I could do the right thing...

​​​​​Everyone around you including me and those you don't know who love you...

Just one day to see you smile more than not...

I would do it and hopefully, it would be the right time...

Not a minute too late...

​​​​​​Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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E.J. Waling

As we move along in life, there’s so much that can knock us off.
heartfelt…
JP

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