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.

Memories....A Poem...

Life seems to be such a quandary....

Living somewhere besides where I want to be.

Spending my time in memories of the past

Why is it only the memories that last?

Life is happening all around

But, in the past, is where I'm found.

Life is so precious Life is so dear

Why can't I live right now, right here?

Why do I feel so all alone?

Togetherness is what my memories have shown.

People I love People so near

Being together brings love and good cheer.

So I'll hold close, my memories, and then

Go forward, to my future and leave where I've been.

My memories, so precious, with all the strength they give,

Here and now is where I am; and here and now, is where I'll live.

Rich, layered memories of seasons past...

Live beside moments that are passing too fast.

With memories of the past and those folks I hold dear,

I'll live in the moment and be of good cheer.

For tomorrow will come before we know...

Today's memories will linger like new-fallen snow.

So pretty, so ethereal, so white and so cold.

Now passes too fast and soon, I'll be old.

Gathering my memories, and these fresh moments, too

I am moving forward....heading, always, toward you.

Memories from the past, precious moments in time

Past, present and future, in our love, entwined.

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.

Baking Cookies....

Today, I cleaned up my old kitchen

In preparation for some baking

For here is where it all happens,

Those memories in the making.

Windows fogged up from the heated oven,

Crowned in curtains, made long ago by me.

Ingredients lovingly strewn on the counter,

Soon become cookies, as you will see.

Sights and smells and sounds galore

All bring back memories of Christmases past,

Baking cookies, by foggy windows,

Candles burning and memories that last.

The laughter of her little children

Lives in a mother’s heart forever,

And baking cookies for those children’s children

Seems like such a noble endeavor.

Watching little faces light up as they smile

And spy the cookies that Grandma has made.

And smell the smells, and see the treats,

That’s the stuff of memories that don’t fade.

So, come into this grandma’s kitchen,

Sit down, please, and stay awhile

Have a cookie, and a glass of milk.

And we’ll talk……. and we’ll smile.

Grandma's Table...

Gathered around Grandma's table,

Three generations of our family.

Sharing that special meal saved

For this one annual holiday.

Gentleness borne of loving thoughts

Easy conversation shared

Stories told, laughter follows,

It seems that they are always paired.

The bounty of the harvest

Spread out upon the table,

Hopes of togetherness abound

Calling us to come if we are able.

Sharing the food we always have,

The ritual we always keep,

Sitting there afterward and talking

And wanting to lie down and sleep.

The boys go out and throw the ball,

It's a beautiful autumn day,

While Grandma washes dishes,

And puts the food away.

As the sunlight leaves us

And the evening draws nigh...

Grandma surveys the scene,

And sighs a gentle sigh....

Another holiday meal is over

A feast shared with those held dear

Gracing, again, Grandma's table...

And looking forward to next year.

Peace at last, settles in...

Grandma's table is empty now,

Only the memories of the day remain..

And the love, at this table, shared..

Life Goes On...

Comforting words,

Spoken with glee..

A spectacular sunset,

For all to see.

Laughter from the

The next room,

Chases away

Any sense of gloom.

Lives touched

No longer forlorn

Mended hearts

New joy is borne.

Gently blowing

Breezes calm..

The sun provides

A soothing balm.

Life goes on

Day by day,

Love conquers all

And is here to stay.

Your Turn to Bloom..

Open up, Bright Flower

Don't start to fade...

It's your turn to bloom

Your dues are paid.

The good times are coming

The bad times are past

It's your turn to bloom,

And be happy, at last.

Though wrongs are not righted,

And justice is not done,

It's your turn to bloom,

And have some fun.

The chores are finished,

The children are grown,

It's your turn to bloom,

Your way will be shown.

Life has moved on

You've rounded the bend,

It's your turn to bloom,

And bloom till the end.

Sweet sunset is coming,

Then the darkness before dawn,

It's your turn to bloom,

Before it's all gone.