Behind the bars of winter time,
old Christmas Carols weep.
I miss the memories of season’s past,
both far and wide and deep.
Long ago there was a tinsel tree
with a spinning light beneath.
The blue and green and red,
would glow upon each tinsel leaf.
And then the powder white,
as if to snow within the house.
The joy as I unwrapped
each toy, each book, and blouse.
Such an important role,
the designated giver,
to hand out gifts to family.
I thought it would last forever.
Slowly we drifted,
as snow upon fenced in pastures.
I stayed, as if in waiting,
to return to those long lost pleasures.
The meaning of the holiday,
I question more this year.
To all of my loved ones,
I truly wish that you were here.
Cindy this is so beautiful and tender. You are in my thoughts and prayers
Larry, thank you my friend. I appreciate your thoughtfulness and kindness as well. Cindy
My pleasure as I love your writing
Thank you Larry! You just made my day! Cindy
I loved this Cindy, and I am not a poetic person, but sometimes……things just seem to flow.
Lynn, thank you so much for your kindness. I inherited this gift at a very young age and I carry the torch proudly. Cindy
Awww. So endearing. Thank you for sharing this Cindy. Very nice!🙏🙏🙏
Paula, thank you for your kindness! I appreciate it. Cindy
Cindy, your poem was beautifully written. I love the picture of the snow on the bench.
Joel, thank you my friend for your kindness and positive words that encourage me to continue along on this journey. Cindy
You are very welcome, Cindy. I wish you nothing but health and success during your journey. Happy Holidays to you.
Joel, thank you for your kindness! It means a lot to me. Cindy
Thanks for sharing this Cindy. Holidays can be both joyous and sad. I pray the Lord brings you comfort and peace and that you would feel His love in a special way.
Mike, yes, although I wrote this poem years ago it speaks volumes this year. Thank you for your understanding and kindness my friend. Cindy