Light and fun.
Freezing to the bone,
but I don’t utter a word.
Celebrating Christmas
We got through the festivities
Not torn apart by family members
only embraced.
Black Labrador
mellow
full of British culture
food made to feel at home
Back at the house
clues were found
dark magic in action
All for fun
but the night
coming to a close
meant Boxing day
was over
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2021 12:06
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- Category: Friendship
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Comments1
jarring to read this in the crippling heat of June
but also, somehow adds more weight to your
nostalgic words,
why do we assume, there will always be a better boxing day
in our future? what about, this chaotic existence we call life
means we're even guaranteed another one?
and that, dear poet is why write's like yours
are always timeless and necessary!
we must, celebrate our wonderful memories
so that those who read: can be reminded
its not all doom and gloom;
however sweltering the heat
or dreary grey, those gathering clouds,
good days: exist
just a few puffs of a wind, away...
thanks for sharing dear poet
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