Before you ask what is wrong or drop notes, they were just words rattling around that needed to come out…..
Three weeks before Christmas
And all through the house
It was unbearably quiet
No pets, children or spouse.
Without sign of the season to come
No lights showing or even a tree
No stockings hanging anywhere
After all, it’s only just me.
Of course there are memories
So many years already passed
But this one seemed different
Same as all others or maybe the last.
Before you answer and offer your words
Everyone has thoughts of what they’ll say
I am thankful for all the blessings I’ve had
But coming ahead is just another day.
True there will be food and friends calling
And family will comfort and try to surprise
But it takes more at times to light a spark
Something alive, not just behind closed eyes.
When you think of others as you often will
Don’t be quick to assume that all is okay
Take time to look behind the wall they’ve built
And have something more than a blessing to say.