Next Christmas

Forgive my lack of merriment,
       I’ll forgive your lack of presence
                             and the only gift I want
                                   this year is for this not to become tradition.
                                                                 Next Advent, I’d rather wait for Jesus.

I’m asking grace
for my lack of cheer,
and extending grace
          to all.
But I need flesh
                for this skeletal
                family,
just a manger for my heart.
              Next Christmas, I want you here.




submitting at Gooseberry Garden

Old and New

Schmaltz, I want to call it but this is mere self-protection.
       Memories pose no threat but tears, and might those serve me cleansing.
Families flow as do tears and strength is formed through both.

So, I’ll name it clarity rather than sentimentality as I pave uncharted territories. Photos, mementos and recollections, these my map
                                            and treasure.
Let’s deck the halls this season,bravely,
                                               both with old and new. 

submitting at Jingle Poetry 

Bring it on

“It’s a great day for ducks,” my dad would say whenever it would rain.
                                               Yes, and a great day for me. 
Today, I will join the ducks.  I will let
the rain pour upon me.  My umbrella, my rain boots and a smile on my face, I’m here to say,  
‘Rain, bring it on.’




submitting at bluebell books

You Decide

In your own mind, you are a superhero.
The pages glossy as your mind,
         and me,
              maybe I'm catwoman, loving you or hating you
                 and you decide.
You write the story, you choose the ending
and somehow you see not that a victim should not be offered a cape.