Holiday for Two
Finding peace where you are
Back from Midnight Mass,
blessings reflected,
O Holy Night sung.
Dishes are washed,
Presents all wrapped;
The stockings are hung.
Tree lights are on,
Coffee pot’s prepped,
In the window hangs Peace.
I pray that it’s true
As we sang last night
That oppression will cease.
Morning: Presents opened
Papers gathered
Breakfast done.
Facebook smiles
Families far away
Their social reflects their fun.
This year was better
Remembering what we have
Not what we’ve lost.
Past decisions made
To survive
Without weighing the cost.
But- my heart-
If not anticipated
It’s what we’ve got.
Two means not alone
It’s being seen.
Together is peace hard-bought.
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Judey Kalchik
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic4 days ago in Fiction
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Thank you Judey Your words speak to me ‘Remembering what we have Not what we’ve lost. Past decisions made To survive Without weighing the cost.’ Pauline 🌸
Tender poem reflecting bitter and sweet times at Christmas... "Facebook smiles Families far away Their social reflects their fun. This year was better Remembering what we have." Something to be said for "Counting our Blessings."
This tugged on some heartstrings. Well done, Judey!
Two, one, ten, we can bring kindness whatever the number.
Beautiful poem. Season's Greetings!
Awww, so wonderful! Merry Christmas! 🥰🥰🥰
To be seen is a marvelous thing.
Well done; love when a poem lets the reader fill in some of the gaps, and the sparseness here does just that. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!
Even though I don't Christmas...I loved the thoughts behind this piece and the heartfelt words. As ever, Judey, you stir something deep in us with your emotive poetry! Well done and hope you have a nice time!
I love this poem🥳🥰⛄️🎄🎉🎅🏽Merry Christmas to the two of you, Judey and Ken !!!