I’m smiling at you from across the room,
And you’re not even there.
Whistling distant tunes
And I don’t care.
I’m conducting orchestras
With earplugs in,
Issuing awkwardness
Instructions.
You are my Christmas gift
This year,
And however long I live
You will be here.
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This is a Christmas poem that has made me stop and ponder.
ReplyDeleteThe work you embarked on for the year has been ambitious, momentous. As the year draws to a close, I watch to see how you fashion the final chapters, with great anticipation.
Thank you Sam, you have been a shining light for me upon my page's horizon.
ReplyDeleteYou are a Gift to us Ian. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you for being you my friend!
Beautifully felt and shared- Thanks Ian
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