Christmas Past
Thinking about the Christmases of my past,
I realize that the years go by so fast.
Memories of long ago, but vivid in my mind.
The joys of yesteryear, now hard to find.
Christmas, magical through the eyes of a child,
The gift of innocence, of the meek and mild.
As the years pass, the innocence does too.
I see and feel things differently than I used to.
It was up to me not to let precious memories go,
but I wasn't mindful then, sadly, now I know.
Holding on to joys of the heart, keeping them close at hand.
Is a concept that in the past, I didn't understand.
Now alone, through another holiday season,
I look for something, trying to find a reason.
To see the beauty and let my heart once again sing.
But, there is only emptiness, no magic left to bring.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2018
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