Gifts of ChristmasA Poem by Christopher Ross Livingstone
Gifts of Christmas
By Christopher Ross Livingstone Here we are It's hard not to notice Callenders echoes Christmans Bells Feeling and senses taking in the festive Walking through these streets Stress upon the footfall Shops swarming with pursuits Purchacing perfect gits To gift dearest ones In Gifts of Christmas This time, last year Raw motion in emotions Protected in shock I was in a land of limbo Lost in the land of grief I walked the streets without Like waiting to be found once more Because I lost my mother dearest So Christmas of 21 felt adrift Reflections over this period On these festive pages Calenders mark the time to end this year And I know this Winter Soltice and Yule is healing my heart But my heart and lived experience cries onto these pages Remincing the moments of childhood Memories of Mum fill my heart As I write with my heart I take note on the meaning of Christmas What is Gift of Christmas? Christmas calenders of 2022 feels different No card can fill a space missing at the table Although senses are capturing the feeling of some colour and swing But my heart is conflicted as it echoes the Christmas of the past It craves another moment in time with her My Mum's love sits in the missing space Christmas is conflicted at heart Because the Gift of Christmas Would be to have another day with her!
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Added on December 22, 2022 Last Updated on December 22, 2022 Author |