Christmas Past

I sit still in a house of tranquillity, Thinking of times long past. Remembrances of a child, Of childish delights and pleasures. Of times spent with my grandparents, Of Feelings of love and wellbeing. Of family and Christmas spent together. No longer do I hear the sound of their laughter, Nor feel the comfort of their presence. They have abandoned this world, And have left a hole in my heart A void that can never be filled. Childish joy’s no longer fill my soul, Life has stripped away the illusions of youth, Laying bare the true futility of life To be and then to be no more. The endless cycle of life and death. Ah! Then the miracle of Christmas arrives Renewing, filling my soul once more., And the visions of childhood stream back, They race through my mind A torrent of Images, feelings, love. Of family and joyful times spent together, I am again a child. And dwell in the love of those now gone.