Forced Endings and Beginnings
|This poem is a free verse entry in "Open Expression: A Poetry Contest"
January was upon us
bringing longer days,
yearly resolutions losing the light,
some sort of reckoning promised
December could be a memory
cherished or banished
packed away in a dark box until next year
One year the tree was taken down
seemed as if by magic
but there was no magic that year
dead in December, cemetery-bound in January
We aren't frightened by much these days
except the cold winds of winter
and the fact that we can't hide from the past
packed away temporarily one long ago December
when we lost the light forever
My Dad died a long time ago on the day before New Years Eve. I talked to him on the telephone at 1:44 PM. I know that because back then there were itemized phone bills and it was a long distance call. I had driven home from his house that Saturday morning. Then I got home and called him. He teased me about driving too fast and we said so long for the last time. He collapsed that evening and died instantly, at home. So, we planned his funeral for the new year that winter and the snows came, a blizzard. Seemed appropriate.
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