Twas the day after Christmas, and all through my heart,
not an emotion untouched, not even one part.
A stillness persists, darkness of the sky
as I awake before dawn, prior to the fly.
As love, peace and happiness linger in the air,
The true spirit of Christmas, leaves no room for despair.
A gentle kiss, shared between lovers,
the warmth of togetherness, before we leave the covers.
The children still nestled snug in their beds.
While visions of the last three days, danced in my head.
Dirty dishes and wrapping paper strung through the home,
reminds us to be grateful, of the moments shared in this dome .
The moon still visible between the dusk and the dawn,
as the snow has completely covered the lawn.
The brisk wind upon my face,
awakens me to the knowledge of blessed grace.
As I drive to the hotel to share our last meal.. till who knows when,
I feel my heart sink down to my shins.
Do not be mistaken, I am SO blessed within,
But.... such a short trip it has been.
Two thousand miles between our lives,
makes it so difficult to say goodbye.
But dad always says...
... until we meet again
We smile at miles.... and so it begins.
Memories fill my mind,
as tears fall from the skies.
This bittersweet ending
is just a new beginning.
A new year ahead,
left over monkey bread.
A time to renew and manifest
is the present quest.
To love and learn,
earn and grow.
Live and prosper,
watch me grow!
