I find it hard to ‘poem’ at Christmas,
To share tales of magic and awe,
To let you know what it was I did last,
Not knowing what others endure.
The awareness that others are suffering,
At a time that is for many, pure joy,
Keeps all the words inside and from uttering,
And retreat is the tool I employ.
But as this odd year is now ending,
And Christmas once more, is away.
It’s hugs and friendship I’m sending
To those of you who want it, anyway 😅
So for 2022 I am hoping,
For fresh starts, for good things and much laughter,
Be kind to yourselves and forgiving,
And happy and content from thereafter.
(Laughing at my totally shit poetry, my heart is in the right place but my head is in organisational fall out 😅 I hope you had a great December and it was the best it could be for you! Onwards to another year, another line drawn, these are indeed interesting time we live in.)