I put flowers on their graves today,
Recapturing Christmases past.
I recall decorating the house on Christmas Eve
Feeling excitement dancing inside – Hearing over exuberant children calling.
Now parents themselves looking to amuse their own
Creating new memories.
As life goes on.
Taking out decorations
Trigger more reflections – visions flooding my brain
More magical moments,
Images I can’t let go –
Won’t let go!
The singing snowman
‘Mr White Christmas’.
Santa sacks – now torn and threadbare
The warm smell of home-made fudge.
Sights, sounds, smells –
Yet, also Christmas present!
Memories won’t stand still.
This year more will be made,
More to delight and treasure for our tomorrows.
I put flowers on their graves today.