four sleeps
four more sleeps
and then that day arrives
the day
if you are not careful
that reminds you
of all you are not
you are not a mother
nor a sister
nor an aunt
you do not have family
you can go and visit
when you wake
on that day
there is no laughter echoing
nor paper ripping
as presents are opened
before the kettle has boiled
instead
your house
echoes with emptiness
you will eat your turkey and trimmings alone
no debate about who sits where at the table
nor fights for supremacy of the remote control
please
do not be sad for me
reframe your matrix
the way I do
my heart beats with the gift of life
my memory is filled
with the richness of days gone by
and each moment I breathe
the only moment any of us has
is filled with belief and shaped by joy
I am not a mother
nor a sister
nor an aunt
I do not have family
I can go and visit
I will eat alone on Christmas Day
but what I am is me
and for that I am blessed
as you are for being you
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 5:19 AM UTC
four sleeps
four more sleeps
and then that day arrives
the day
if you are not careful
that reminds you
of all you are not
you are not a mother
nor a sister
nor an aunt
you do not have family
you can go and visit
when you wake
on that day
there is no laughter echoing
nor paper ripping
as presents are opened
before the kettle has boiled
instead
your house
echoes with emptiness
you will eat your turkey and trimmings alone
no debate about who sits where at the table
nor fights for supremacy of the remote control
please
do not be sad for me
reframe your matrix
the way I do
my heart beats with the gift of life
my memory is filled
with the richness of days gone by
and each moment I breathe
the only moment any of us has
is filled with belief and shaped by joy
I am not a mother
nor a sister
nor an aunt
I do not have family
I can go and visit
I will eat alone on Christmas Day
but what I am is me
and for that I am blessed
as you are for being you
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