Five days until Christmas. shopping is not done. The things I would truly love to give can not be purchased. Friends and acquaintances, both, this year have had personal losses. I would not give them freedom from the pain of a loss. I would only wish to lessen it , to fill the empty spot This time of year is in celebration of a birth. In truth we could call it the two thousand tenth rebirth of love. We can not feel the touch of those that have passed We can not hear their voice.. In feeling the absence of the touch or the sound we acknowledge their presence. They lived, we live. They gave us love, we love. A rebirth, a new year , new beginnings. ......

The Rocking Chair

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In the corner in silence

a rocking chair sits

Seating only of times

gone by

Memories carrying words

of wisdom

Comfort, laughter ,and tears

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I turn my head to speak

I pause

Choking back the emptiness.

The warm heart, silver hair

Knitting in hand

Sits there no more

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Chess board set

no move is made

Line and hook

on rods are strung.

No fish to share.

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I remember

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ccd

Mom , Dad

Merry Christmas