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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Christmas day... scents from your chimney waft my way curtains aside, a dozen cars are dusted by snow boys in your yard cry out while pitching snowballs sensing both comfort and sadness holidays go on, even when stillness fills your home surrounded by memories of Christmases long past wondering what it would feel like to have family again don a shawl, footsteps crunch in fresh snow seeing a visitor from across the street, I wave while on my way to join a neighbor’s celebration preparing to smile at countless nameless faces aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews the “lady nextdoor” self consciously mingles aching for solitude; dreading it as well the visitor comes to mind, is she feeling the same where alone, holiday survivors learn to appreciate the peace.... I see a lady making her way next door she smiles and waves from across the street I give her a smile and wave back grateful for a moment to stall before going in we all showed as we said we'd do a gathering of "family" to pay our due appearances to appease somewhere else I'd rather be on this day is when I feel the most alone this feeling of distance when I'm in this home stilted, polite, unease when there's nothing left to say it was long ago, when we all went our separate ways it's gets too hard to remember reliving the yesterdays of December dreading being here, when solitude is what I want I wonder about that lady, is she feeling just like me where alone, I find refuge in the peace *A collaboration with Sandra Stefanowich
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