SNOW, COCOA & CHRISTMAS
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HOT COCOA SNOW
Snow falls
The last of the day is upon us
We wait for the sound of silence enveloping the house
I am glad we are safe
Snuggled under blankets
Our mugs of hot cocoa tight within our fists
We live like kings inside this place with four walls
My eyes close as I listen to the children play
They laugh and giggle about ponies, cars, and fire trucks
A doll slips between the legs of the coffee table
And my little ones think it is the most hilarious thing ever
Maggie smiles and teases her brother,
Give back; he says when she makes a grab for a shiny blue sports car
It’s mine; Maggie says and runs off down the hall
For a moment our peace is shattered
The dog runs after them eager for the prance
I stare into the fire
It roars like a boiling kettle and sizzles like spit on asphalt
My husband nods
He is long since awake
But no matter
For here I am
One with the others
Separate
Yet together
Safe
Loved
Happy
Content to be still on a night of stillness
despite the commotion beyond
Suddenly I realize
not every place gives you that.
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Fireplace Burn
Here it comes
Christmas again
where did all the people go?
I stare at the fireplace
it used to blaze
but now it stands empty and cold
A warm hand touches me
I spin around
who could be near here and now?
Soft and gray
a shadow waves
Is it him? Or someone else?
I hear a song singing nice and low
it sings wishing you were here
I give a pause
perhaps it's true
perhaps they are here after all
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ROCK AND ROLL
A calliope of music descends from the next room
the radio screams hip, hop, rock and roll
My son is growing
way past the age of helping him tie his shoe laces and fixing his hair
He waves past me like I'm not even there
But today he is here
Barraging me with tunes I can't stand, much less understand
I want to scream to him, Shut it off
Then I remember that soon he too will be gone
Gone from this house
Living on his own
Forging his way in this world of loud beats and hammering messages
I uncover my heart and listen to my son
singing like a future rocker
and contemplate my life
soon
without him
the words of his music
now full of memories I will tuck somewhere safe
for the day it's only me
and my coffee
and my melodies of old.










