by Kishari McGlory, November 10,2020
Holidays approach the season quickly.
I am not the least prepared.
Lights gleaming, bells are jingling swiftly.
Sweet smells of Christmas fill the air.
Check items from my list of gifts.
Give Santa all the credit.
I say a prayer and send a wish.
To my spouse who’s now in heaven.
I fill my tree with optimism.
Dreary ornaments hang low.
4 years of isolated Christmas.
Not a single spec of snow.
The children shriek their happy shrieks.
I wrap the gifts with care.
Somber feelings grow from widow’s peak.
Stress entangled in my hair.
Reluctant excitement flows amidst.
I paint downtrodden smiles.
Mistletoe present, no one to kiss.
Hasn’t felt like Christmas in a while.