My post has nothing to do with Sarah Palin, but just looking for attention. The Christmas season is upon us - the twinkly lights, the crowded malls, the Salvation Army bell ringers, the cold and nippy air, the dark days. It's all here and , as I do every year, start off with dread and doubt, the pall eventually lifts and I become one with the celebrating, shopping and baking masses. I do have a good excuse for being blue, however, since my parents both passed away a couple of years ago, my father in November and my mother 6 weeks later. Now my whole being seems to mourn when the holidays are coming around. I guess it's time for a new poem.
Twas 2 weeks before Christmas
I was shopping at the mall
I saw an older lady leaning wearily against a wall
She looked very sad and held her head low
Something about her - I just had to know
I slowly walked over and stood silently at her side
She raised her head up and turned her eyes to meet mine
Without a word, from my secret flask I poured her some wine
She beamed a knowing smile and yet a look of surprise
We clinked our stemmed glasses with tears in our eyes.
We stood there in silence sipping our sweet red
Looking at each other, nothing needed to be said
When our glasses were empty and the crowds had died down
I knew it was time for me to get back to town
We lingered and hugged with no notice of time
She embraced with a vigor of a woman in her prime
I packed up my things and threw her a wave
Knowing well in our lives, she and I would have to be brave
2 comments:
"My post has nothing to do with Sarah Palin, but just looking for attention."
Oh, man (er, that would be "Oh, woman,"), you don't need to do that to get MY attention. The poem was beautiful.
Thought I would give you some more attention. Ha.
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