Can join this time

With all Christmases

Gone before ...

A rich tapestry.

Forgotten,

All the seasons

Of rushing,

Of discomfort,

Unpleasantness, wounds.

Remembered,

The happiness

Of family together,

Laughter and love

And hearts swelled

With joy.

It’s here now,

All around me,

That tapestry

A warm embrace.

The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Monday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at life@postbulletin.com.