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01.04.12 Posted in today's words by

Betty Ruth Speir is a retired physician. Out to dinner with friends recently she provided emergency care to a woman who had a seizure while celebrating her anniversary with her husband. Sometimes gifts can be found in the most unexpected places. Five of Betty Ruth’s poem appear in the current issue of Mobile Bay MDs Magazine

By Betty Ruth Speir

The season is upon me … 
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?

3 Responses to “Hollowdays”

  1. 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.

  2. bobbie troy says:

    Very touching.

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