THEN:
Mom’s chair is traffic control with cheerful directions
Happy kids help Mom decorate the Gingerbread house
The smells of Mom cooking oyster stew drives us mad
Mom saves special ornaments for every child to put on
Mom gets a fresh tree that we, three brothers, up Christmas Eve
PATH ONE:
Forlorn empty chair
Gingerbread house for kids unmade
Oyster stew uncooked
Special ornaments boxed up tight
Real tree unbrought
PATH TWO:
Mom, Grandma, is dead,
She is not in the ashes left,
She is in our hearts,
Happy, we live, caring for each other.
Cyrilla Vessey 4/3/1935 to 4/3/2010
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penned in moon dust 
Always an empty chair but hearts full of memories
thanks for letting me share this poignant poem Sean with One Shot
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this is a hard time of year…esp when we see chairs filled the year before…and you know we have a choice on keeping the joy in their memories or drowning in them…
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Great tribute. This will be my first Christmas without my mom. You have touched me.
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Oh, this is sad!
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That first Christmas can be difficult, and some after that even. But in time we realize reality, physical, spiritual, and practical. A true and fine description of something which happens to all. Thank you Cyrilla
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This strikes me as a poem about choices. What to make of the sadness of someone’s passing? Something to ruin us or something to build upon with treasured memories? Or can it be a little of both? Poignant read, my friend.
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enjoyed this. Who is Sean Vessey? Kudos to him
Warm Salad all round
Luke
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Very interesting write here. Moondust, you have captured at least two of the paths that exist over the holidays. Thank you for this. Nice One SHot. Love and Light, Sender
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Happy family- and winter-centric work.
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Thanks Steve
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