Tis the Season...

It's quiet now

The day is done.

The night, left cold

By the setting sun.

Long lost faces

Once held so dear

Under cover of darkness,

Slowly reappear.

Gathering around me

One by one...

Encircling my soul

As the day is done.

No need to fear,

Or scream or cry,

No need to question,

Or wonder why.

Tis the season,

Happens once each year,

The visits begin

From memories, dear.

Those I love,

Who have gone on,

Come abide with me

Til tomorrow's dawn.

Swirling around,

In my head and heart,

Sharing stories,

Til they must part.

Every year, they come,

Every year, they stay,

And, once I remember,

They go away.

They know I'm fine,

And I'll be all right,

Alone, again....

Another quiet night.

The Christmas Tree, a Poem...

Covered in tinsel and icicles, too
Baubles in gold and silver and white
Spirals and stars and pear shapes,
Crowned with a star and twinkling lights.

Tall and straight and evergreen,
Reaching for heaven, or at least the sky,
Bows bending, under the weight
And presents beneath, piled high.

No matter the type, or shape of the tree
Even the lowly, Charlie Brown kind,
Covered in baubles and lovely things
Becomes the best that you will find.

Presents, not fancy, but lovingly done,
Under the tree in bright colored paper,
Heighten the excitement, increase the tension,
Each contains a moment to savor.

Gathered around the family tree,
Remembering so many Christmases past,
Thinking that this one is even more special,
Hoping the memories made will last.

The Christmas Tree, so beautiful,
Decorated now for all to see...
May yours bring you holiday cheer,
And may you always, blessed be.

For Noelle.....

Come to Grandma, sweet child of mine.
Sit with me and we’ll talk for awhile.
Tell me your hopes and tell me your dreams,
Give Grandma a hug, and make me smile.

Sweet child, you were born in the winter time,
I was overjoyed by you completely.
You came into my life and brought me love,
And captured my old heart so sweetly.

Now, as Christmastide approaches fast
I am beckoning you to come to me.
Bring your smile, and your big brown eyes,
And I will show you what Christmas should be.

No getting up and off to school at just past seven
No staying in afterschool care until six;
We have plans to make, and cookies to bake,
And, of course, there’s supper to fix.

Come with me and we will turn on the music
Take off our shoes and do a dance
We’ll rock out to Bon Jovi and Phil Collins
And laugh and sing while we have the chance.

Your life has become so very harsh
Pain and disappointment haunt your every day.
Come with me, my sweet baby child,
It’s time for you and Grandma to play.