Reality of Life Chapbook

This was published in my chapbook “Reality of Life” by

Hope you like it?

A Time Of  Joy

The array of crescent shapes

are magnificent in the blackness of the room.

You watch Christmas lights dance

recalling younger days

and festivities

made by robust children.

Memories won’t escape you;

they haunt your soul.

Breezes from uncaulked window panes

make silver tinsel sway from branches.

When you light the candles on the angel chimes

bells twirling around the flames

are like whispering voices.

Tree lights are sparkling,

tinsel is blowing,

bells are chiming.

You sit mesmerized

pretending Christmas is a time of joy.

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