The Country Celebrant and Carer:
the family are gathering
the presents are bought and wrapped.
But under the tree and in my heart
there is a hole
so small and dark that only I can see it.
Sometimes I lose myself for a moment
and the hole is diminished
but mainly it pulsates with pain and loss.
I can smooth the edges with light and warmth
I can fill the void with laughter
but the cold creeps back and the laughter fades away.
Where are you? Are you safe and sound?
Do you look at us from your eyrie?
Can you hear our dreams and see our wishes?
I would turn back the clock
I would rekindle your fire that burnt so bright
I would walk a thousand steps to see you again.
To hear your words and see your smile
to share a hug and be with you again
would make my day complete.
In the meantime, I will smile and nod
and remember you in my heart and look
for you in the shared memories that we have.
Loss
Here we go again, preparing to celebratethe family are gathering
the presents are bought and wrapped.
But under the tree and in my heart
there is a hole
so small and dark that only I can see it.
Sometimes I lose myself for a moment
and the hole is diminished
but mainly it pulsates with pain and loss.
I can smooth the edges with light and warmth
I can fill the void with laughter
but the cold creeps back and the laughter fades away.
Where are you? Are you safe and sound?
Do you look at us from your eyrie?
Can you hear our dreams and see our wishes?
I would turn back the clock
I would rekindle your fire that burnt so bright
I would walk a thousand steps to see you again.
To hear your words and see your smile
to share a hug and be with you again
would make my day complete.
In the meantime, I will smile and nod
and remember you in my heart and look
for you in the shared memories that we have.
I really like your poem. It describes perfectly the loneliness of loss that lurks inside where nobody can see. Just right for this time of year when so many people are coping with a Christmas without their loved ones. Jane xx
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