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Behind the Bars of Winter Time

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.

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Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

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