“Life’s memories are like packages with bright bows” ~ L. Moon
I look at you from north, south, east, and west
like a cat I watch you and wait
sitting on the edge of expectation
don’t pretend that you are inert
you who shine with brilliant colors
holding poignant the past
underneath your cheerful bow
it is all I can do to be patient
“don’t shake the box”
I hear a cherished voice
one I thought I would never lose
every gift you wrapped
was filled with thought
down to a holly sprig or jolly elf
perched on top of the bow
what is inside this time?
recollections do play tricks
and you have to accept the mix
of jovial, spicy and sad
I’d rather not hear the crunch of paper
like the dead leaves of winter
I’d rather look at my reflection
of a much younger me
in precious grey old eyes
and remember the
Christmas Memory
Merry Christmas to each of you. May the songs that you hear and the scents that permeate your world bring you memories to keep you warm!!!
penned in moon dust 