Sad Thoughts Linked Together
I hate to be trite
Hate trite words and phrases
To flow from my fingers
And run across my pages
But now and then
A phrase nails me
Right between the line
Dividing trite and the heart
Why do you hate Christmas she asked
And before the answer
Could boil forth
She said
Don’t you remember
When you believed in Santa Claus
When Christmas Eve
Was the longest night of the year
Of leaving cookies and milk
Do you remember how it felt
Sometimes little words
Little phrases
Come at just the right time
Or wrong one
And sting
And sometimes rip
I do remember
In the back of some memory vault
Rarely visited
Dusty from the years
Those memories just leaped out
And there are others that are just as real
Memories of those feelings
Reflected in little eyes
And bright smiles
Looking back I see that look
In all of my little one’s eyes
Little then, not so now
I see it in the my oldest bright eyes
That danced and were never still
In the sweet eyes below blonde hair
Whose whole nature defined sweet
And in the dark eyes of the boy
Whose shy smile always sparkled
But it is most alive in the brown eyes
Of my youngest girl
I don’t know why I see her eyes so clearly
But I see the joy welling up
As if about to burst
And it reminds me again
Of what I miss everyday
Everyday
Oh, but this was about Christmas
Wasn’t it
But one sad thought often leads
To another
MFM
04-07-05
Dot’s
Thursday 11:11 AM
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