The Older View From Here

gentle wind comforting me total vibe filled with glee the scent of Christmas in the air imagining a space with you standing there inspiration growing in remembrance of you the effervescence of your iridescence shines through and through i can still smell the spicy scent of the gingerbread ornaments that the dogs ate i can still smell the jovan musk that your presence awakens in my sleepy state i guess you know by now that i wish that you were here i will take delivery by brother santa himself or one of his reindeer sometimes change inspires memories and nostalgia like cinnamon snowflakes moving on is forcing tired muscles to move and every effort that it takes if i could build a time machine and decorate it pink and green if i could just get a hug from you sound unheard and sight unseen if i could just hear your voice in a simple whisper of a calming echo i would do what i did not do in the later living years without hesitation from the get go it is sometimes sad and a shame that it takes a loss its lessons to see, realize, and grow i wish i had this thought process then and had the wherewithal to just know however life is never that conclusion where we completely see the big picture in the end if it was, then i would have realized that i had a pal, a confidant, and the truest friend i would to end this poem by telling you that i am sorry once again i will forever wait for your forgiveness.....until then....i feel that i will never win understanding sunshine blanketing my wholeness God seems to know when i am feeling completely soulless the holidays will never be fully Holy without you being apart of it, but i will never sign of of this life because it is just not in me to quit Merry Christmas, M.O.M. now i can kiss your smiling essence and regain the fullness of my calm.....