Hello everyone;
I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Not Dead Yet, Me
Is it really such a tragedy
that my sentences are raggedy
words tread together by similarity?
The conversation is still defiantly
expressions of me.
Is it really such a travesty
that I wander aimlessly?
When I can travel through time so easily
…our life history
…a life lived outrageously.
Is it really such a disparity
that I have forgotten the melody
of your name? Still there’s some clarity….
I know the feelings of family
and passions intensity.
that something once familiar is now a novelty.
Or that simple tasks escape me.
I still dance to life’s jamboree
and sing majestically.
Is it really such a finality
even as I become more absentee?
There is plenty of life in my legacy.
Don’t bother writing my eulogy,
when there’s still time to create a memory.
©2024 Delaina Miller
Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve
we would all take turns reading
touching narratives, whilst drinking
Sleepy-time tea.
The air filled with aromas of
Popcorn-balls, cookies, and chocolate.
My mouth watering, for my mother’s double layer fudge.
Our voices caroling of jiggling bells.
My father’s sweet tenor voice giving his all,
made our simple home sounded like a grand music hall,
The nine personalized stockings
my mother made, lay empty
on the back of the couch in waiting.
The brilliant-flickering lights hung
from a present laden tree. The packages
bright, as if they were enchanted.
The magic was in my heart.
All around me, my family,
Singing, laughing, rejoicing
In the greatest gifts of all,
family, love, and life.
Who needed gold, frankincense and
myrrh (whatever those were.)
May the seasons of life be forever bright and merry.
Christmas Eve f by delainamiller
