Only In Memory's Forgotten Mist
Like wiping snow off a window
to feel and see the warmth of
a fireplace inside.
You use your glove and in an instant,
see your relatives and you
playing happily.
You remember the days when meat
was not a sin to eat.
And candy was OK too, imported
chocolates so fine, not a forbidden
treat.
The real and thick white flocked Christmas
tree with elegant pinknballs in crystal.
A warm tear swims into the crevice of your dimple!
For you remember, too well, when life was simple!
There was no huge television blaring~
just soft songs of the season.
You remember with gladness that
people talked to one another.
Not to cell phones constantly ringing.
Love and communication floated
in the Christmas air!
At midnight you went to Mass to
honor the birth of Jesus Christ.
Smells of frankincense and real
candles, filled your nostrils.
All these and more, divine and
spiritual catalysts
Ah,tragically.. exist now.
Only in memory's forgotten mist!
September 17,2019
*Inspired by my Cousin Maggie and Cousin Yolanda and my best friend Joanie with memories of Elmwood Park and the endless beauty we walked in.*
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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