Try as I might, I can’t keep from weeping
I wish upon wish, my traditions keeping
But from my heart, my tears are leaking
Your silence screams at my speaking
Oh, how I wish you’d trusted me more
Instead of looking for ways to score
From my chest, my heart you tore
But those are shadows of vanished lore
I love(d) you with every bit of my being
From our home you stole while fleeing
Every bit of our future fleeting
I wish, I wish that you were seeing
As these holidays warm others homes
I watch and miss you, feeling alone
My traditions are now gone to tome
May love find you someday, wherever you roam.
Mare Martell 
Very sad. I know the feeling, my daughter, and it’s horrible with each holiday of the year. But it does get where you can “put it in a box at the back of your mind” for the most part. Sometimes, the “lid of that box” pops off for a short bit though and the sadness overwhelms, but if you’ve gotten to that stage, you will be able to put the “lid” firmly back on. That was how I described my feelings while you were gone. I hope it may help you deal. Love, Mom
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24
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Well written poem, i do hope that you are OK though. Take care and have a lovely day.
Thank you. Running around figuratively naked. Holidays are weird for me
Cool, have fun. it’s summer over here in New Zealand at the moment.