My dear boy
In the grand
Scheme of things
Little things matter
Most
A gaze a
Wink a smile
A glimmer of
Something or someone
All the invisible
Things that once
Said or seen
Missed or misread
Go away poof
But the only
Thing that remains
Is what spawned
Them all this
Thing called love
And ‘Ti’s the
Season when there
Stands in the
Corner or window
A memory thing
Decorated with lights
And balls sometimes
Popcorn and cranberries
Or candles candy
And kitsch it
Sits quietly absent
Of fanfare given
To royalty surrounded
By baubles trinkets
Toys all surprising
I simply stare
Watching the lights
Dance and bounce
Me surrounded by
Loved ones both
Past and present
This the long
Awaited time of
The Christmas tree
One of the
Hardest things in
Life that I’ve
Learned is that
Those that love
Often and loose
Are plagued by
The memories of
Those sweeter times
At first those
Memories cause gut
Wrenching pain but
As time passes
The torture moves
From my mind
To my heart
Where they sing
The joyous songs
Of having loved
Bringing great comfort
Blond
Blue
Short
Play
Drink
Kiss
Ring
House
Lifetime
Happy
Garden
Betrayal
Heartbreak
Distance
Heartache
Memory
Others
Others
Forgive
Not
Forgot
And what if
After all the
Gifts have been
Opened after the
Explosions of laughter
Glee and surprise
There remains the
Last gift the
Last cherished gift
The smallest gift
The gift that
Went unnoticed the
Gift that patiently
Waited for its
Turn to shine
And what if
That gift had
No card to
Whom should it
Go certainly not
To those grabbing
But instead like
The gift itself
To the one
Patiently waiting simply
Because they belong
Together at last
Such is love
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 