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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Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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