06/12/2025
The lights are hung, the candles glow,
And still, there’s something I just can’t show,
A quiet ache beneath the cheer,
A missing voice I long to hear.
The world decks out in red and gold,
But grief slips in, unwrapped, untold.
It pulls a chair up by the tree,
A silent guest that sits with me.
I laugh, I smile, I play my part,
But joy and sorrow share one heart.
For every twinkle, soft and bright,
There’s one that dims in memory’s light.
I set a place for love, not pain,
Yet find their absence here again.
In songs they loved, in a festive glow,
In traditions only they would know.
But in the hush of summer’s air,
I feel them close, still woven there.
In gentle signs, in whispered peace,
In love that time can never cease.
So I hold entwine both a joy and ache,
For grief is love that couldn’t break.
And though this season feels bittersweet,
Their memory is in my heart to keep.
