my spatula
conducts an
imaginary orchestra
carols
dance through
my hands
suddenly
Christmas past
floods
my eyes
like a sharp jab
with
a roast fork
memories
rip apart
these
hastily mended seams
I stand there
in tears
after my
triumphant
orchestral
debut.
The 2nd Christmas (2004)after my husband died , I was trying to get into the mood ...when Christmas memories hijacked me and killed the mood.
