December Mornings
It's the hush of morning calling me,
the subtle cacophonic echo awakening
discord on windy hallowed eaves
of distant chimes and church bells ringing;
December singing in my ears
Christmas hymns and olden melodies
that plague the sound waves endeared
with old lost stories and memories;
the heartstrings drawn together over time
stitching threads of encounters amassed
sutures of heartaches and heartbeats primed
quilting the tears and laughter passed;
some toss and turn beneath the covers
blanketed in its thermal warmth and dreams
grasping at midnight hopes discovered
waiting patiently anxious for the scenes;
if only the memories could return
of father, mother, uncles, aunts galore
grandparents, cousins gathering in turn
waiting on Christmas to greet us at the door.
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