Yuletide

Yuletide







The Yuletides past have ushered tears;
they've marked the passing of the years,
recalled the loved ones passed away.
Departed joy; prevailed dismay.

"No Christmas this year!" Father cried.
He sobbed this after Mother died.
Those words had haunted me each fall
as bells and bows bedecked the mall.

An album page has turned and passed.
With time and love, hearts healed at last.
Now, life moves on and we as well
with new and joyous tales to tell.

December next projects our joy --
beloved baby girl or boy.
A grandchild, first of lots we pray,
with mirth and cheer for Christmas Day.

The sonogram has given form
to nine-week fetus safe and warm;
in Mommy's womb it's swimming free
with buds where legs and arms will be.

The Yuletide next has forecast hope --
the challenge of new life to cope
with bumps and bruises, sleepless nights
to nurture, love and comfort frights.

As Christmas lights begin to dim
recall the toast by Tiny Tim,
"God bless us, every one!"1
"God bless us, every one!"

28 June 2010 Winner for June, 2010, "Rising Stars Shining Brighter"
Thanks Bobbie, Gabriella and the Circle of Sisters

Footnotes
1  From Charles Dickens, "A Christmas Carol".