Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Waiting for Christmas



Waiting for Christmas

At Christmas every light comes on,
in the basement where my daughter
home from college retrieves ice cream,
in the dining room a lamp illuminates
the abandoned puzzle, the laundry nook
dazzles, while the back porch radiates a
smoky incandescence, the TV flickers
a blue twilight, in the middle of the night
my heart pulses as I reflect. Soon
the house will be silent, the only light
the bulb above my reading chair.
I'm lonely and miss you

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