For weeks I have hoped that this year
Will find me up and energized, ready for the season
‘Tis now a fortnight and three days before Christmas
Already e-mail and telephone calls from friends have slowed
My friends’ days are filled with family, shopping, and gatherings …
I sit here in silence wishing for the Twelfth Night
A little bottle of holiday help sits unopened
I struggle to resist it
I have no child, close family, nor lover
Still I have so very much more than other lonely souls
I am blessed with cognition, imagination, security
And a heart overflowing with love
Why, oh why does this season affect me adversely year after year?
I noticed a little “typo” in my posted “Hollowdays”-line 4 should read “Tis now”, rather than “Tis not”. It is probably too late for a correction, but, thought I would let you know.
Very touching.
Thank you, Bobbie.