Christmas Comfort
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Clint Patterson on Unsplash
Christmas shopping has begun,
but now I shop for three,
another sad reminder of
the way things used to be.
Christmas shopping has begun,
but now I shop for three,
another sad reminder of
the way things used to be.
A new year for an altered life––
I guess it does seem fitting.
2018 hit us hard,
its sorrows unremitting.
Your room still holds the scent of you;
sometimes, I venture in.
One step across the threshold, and
the memories begin.
I know that you are busy now
with things to learn and do and see;
but when you find some extra time,
might you draw close and bide with me?
I took you in my arms the day you came into this world.
Around your head, it almost seemed that bits of heaven swirled.
I nurtured you and cared for you and read you “Goodnight, Moon.”
But then your life came calling. You slipped away too soon.
We’re flying down the highway
on a bright, sunshiny day.
The skies are blue, the clouds colored
in white and violet-gray.
Today we bid the house farewell,
last of the last goodbyes.
Bare walls looked down on emptied shelves
as tears welled in our eyes.
I’m writing with your pen today,
the one that filled your hand.
So many things I need to say,
so few I understand.