I helped build high walls
Set up defenses as well
Blocking out the pain

I like listening
To my Christmas
Music boxes
.But I  like walking
By
Turning the key
Remembering
The song that
Is playing
The shaped figurines
I can hold
In my hand
A song.plays
Reminding me Christmas
Is almost here
And so are
My memories
Oh sweet memories
Of Christmas past

My music box out
Tinkling sounds of Christmas play
As I turn the key

I like the sound
Of my Christmas
Music boxes
Of various
Shapes and sounds
I wind them
Up each Christmas
But just enough
Twists and turns
So that I can
Rewind and play
Them
Again and again
And store the today's
Memories
For next year

My writer's block
Chiseled in my
Heart
Waiting for the
Write words to say
To place upon paper
My heart is full
Of aches and pains
Pleasures and sorrows
Happiness and sadness
My brain.yearns
For words
To write and say
My hand awaits
My pen.waiting
With caution
Be still my heart
Be still

Sadness is all.around
From early morning news
To nightly news
Yet in some
Deep hidden corner
Happiness is shared
Where no one .broadcasts