January Evening
End of a celebrating season
Winter not yet half gone, with mornings dark
and evenings bleak
Mom still clearing piles of debris from crowds
that trolloped through the house, in buzz of December activity.
In the kitchen, she cooks...
not with the same fervor and joy, but with the necessity
of a chore needing done.
She can't blame the onions for her eyes.
Aloneness was not loneliness in December.
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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