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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.
©️Juliette Turrell
(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.)
Aaysid said:
I love your poem! May the new year be everything you want it to be!🙂
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Juliette Turrell said:
Thank you! And to you too! Here we go again 😅😂
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Aaysid said:
Thank you.😊😁
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Mike U. said:
“It’s hugs and friendship I’m sending / To those of you who want it, anyway.” Yes, please! 😀 Here’s hoping 2022 is better for all of us. Always a delight to read you, Juliette. Hope you’re doing well. 😉
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Juliette Turrell said:
🤗🤗🤗
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