Youthemeus

Because there are few things we can be sure of….

A box marked “Christmas”

Dedicated to all those, like us, who are missing their loved ones.

This poem is dedicated to all those that suffer at this time of year.

A box marked “Christmas”

We have put it all away again,
into a box marked “Christmas”.
The missing ones, the far away friends,
into a box marked “Christmas”.

The waiting for mail that doesn’t come,
into a box marked “Christmas”.
The decorating our empty home,
into a box marked “Christmas”.

The wondering how you are getting by,
into a box marked “Christmas”.
The little tree that makes us cry,
into a box marked “Christmas”.

The candy canes, the silver balls,
into a box marked “Christmas”.
The waiting for that never-call,
into a box marked “Christmas”.

We’ll save our hopes for one more year,
in a box marked “Christmas”.
We both are “fine”, and of  “good cheer”,
despite this box marked “Christmas”.

We’ll carry on, begin anew,
and keep our box marked “Christmas”.
And we hope next year you’ll be here, too,
to open this box marked “Christmas”.

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