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Struggles

As I struggle with thoughts about life, I pack up Christmas items: (1) Removed Christmas China decorated with holly (2) Stacked up those gold charger plates now no party (3) Bagged up the centerpiece, removed green candles (4) Things beginning to look in shambles (5) Check those Christmas placemats (6) Clean spots can tell we are not aristocrats (7) Fold pine green Damask Tablecloth (8) The naked table stands like a Behemoth_ Well, in my old age I am beginning to match the table..

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Betty Bolden

Date: 2/26/2013 7:58:00 AM

great job

John Loving Iii

Date: 1/5/2013 3:41:00 PM

it takes a womans heart to know when to bring them out and a womans mind to know when to take them in.

Vesna Kovrlija

Date: 1/1/2013 1:40:00 AM

I have similar troubles. Nice poem!

Mohammad Yamin

Date: 12/29/2012 12:43:00 PM

Dear Sara, I am awaiting your reply to my enquiry of 12/28/2012. The issue needs your urgent attention. Regards. -Mohammad

Carl Fraser

Date: 12/28/2012 1:53:00 PM

Yes as we get older Sara the holidays become more taxing, this was a great testament to those struggles, blessings my dear, rest now, Carl

Mohammad Yamin

Date: 12/28/2012 1:13:00 PM

A great write Sara. It happens so on every festive occasion. Sara, I am invited to an International Seminar on Literature by the Pakistan Academy of Letters proposed to be held on January,9, 10 and 11. They asked me to propose some names from USA too. My thought went to you. Will you be able to participate, if invited? They will pay for accommodation for three nights, transport and food in Islmabad plus US$100/- towards incidentals. Airfare to Islamabad is on participant's account. Pl. advise

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 12/28/2012 10:08:00 AM

these words speak to me Sara as struggles have taken a toll on my health lately ..glad to be home and out of hospital but was able to put some smiles on elderly confined to bed.. my hubby has me on half hour limits for comments till I am stronger.. thankxx for prayers and love ..wishes for a blessed HNY

Harry Horsman

Date: 12/28/2012 8:15:00 AM

oh Sara, another christmas over with, another year almost over with, i know exactly what you are saying, i am there with you believe me, but you have to remember this,, your poetry every single days creates joy not just in America but the whole world , i know i'm testament to that.....

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/27/2012 9:01:00 PM

I really like this one, Sara. I need to pack it all up too. Tomorrow. I keep saying tomorrow. hahaha

Deb Wilson

Date: 12/27/2012 8:15:00 PM

it is kinda sad to see Christmas go isn't it Sara...but you are sure not a drab old table! love,Deb

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 12/27/2012 5:54:00 PM

Good poem Sara. I like it. Happy New Year. Lucilla

Don Johnson

Date: 12/27/2012 5:15:00 PM

my Hellfire, relates to the murderer of the 20 children and the 6 teachers... happy new year mate...

Audrey Haick

Date: 12/27/2012 4:06:00 PM

Dear Sara, no matter your age you'll never be a Behemoth! You are beautiful in every way, especially where it counts the most! A Happy New Year to you filled with blessings! Love, Annalise

Russell Sivey

Date: 12/27/2012 3:45:00 PM

This is a very clever write my friend! I liked your list of things being packed away! It's always sad this time of the year when Christmas things get put away! I always do hate it when Christmas ends! But it always has to, and your poem brings the sadness to light! Oh, and I doubt you are matching the table's dreariness! I'm sure you aren't very old my friend! This is a fantastic poem Sara! I really enjoyed reading this delightful piece this evening! Great Work!!

Don Johnson

Date: 12/27/2012 2:59:00 PM

santas been down here it seems, happy new year coming ...xox