Christmas Magic (for Trudy)
A box of heirlooms we look over, in a closet in the hallway,
A shelf of tapes and records, wait patiently for their time to play.
Their time has come once more to assume their annual relevance.
As each finds the light, and sheds light on memories, past tense.
Procuring special, significant Christmas tree ornaments annually.
Had we only known, we were gazing at crystal balls... facsimile.
Christmas cards, as by-products, accompanied gifts of major stature.
Wishes, signatures, serve to remind of loved ones' sentiments, pure.
Some trinkets evoke bygone memories, others provoke, reminisce, query.
Time and space are granted these, having earned their place, varied.
With most, I know the drill, follow order, little left to surprise.
Never quite prepared for the end result, as anew, I gaze into your eyes.
Though we have reached a place in time, and our space, foundation sound.
Still see the future in our union, having built what is us, on solid ground.
The same stockings hang on this staircase, dwellings change, not the home.
Same hands hold each other, unique to us, work steadfast toward our gloam.
I loved you then. I love you now. All that is about you is all I'll ever be.
I say it now, as I said it then. Merry Christmas to us, to you and to me.
Shackles and encumbrance of obligation, whether great or small, realized,
Transcended. Supernatural agent... Christmas Magic, evidenced in your eyes.
Michael Todd aka Myke Todd has been writing and posting stories and poetry on social networking sites since 2006. He can currently be found at his dedicated poetry site... http://myketodd.blogspot.com/
this one filled me with beauty! thanks for sharing ... xo
ReplyDeleteThanks, Caroline, both for visiting this poem, and for introducing me to the Whispers in the Wind poetry site. Without you, there would be no me. :)
Delete*Sighs* This is the most beautiful love poem I've ever read. It is as it should be, a lifetime of memories, a lifetime of love, made even more special by this holiday season. <3
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dahlia. It is not often I get to write a true autobiographical poem. This one went down, as stated, for which, I am most grateful.
DeleteOh this is lovely! And that dedication makes it even better!
ReplyDeleteThank so much, Leigh, for your insightful observations, on both counts.
DeleteWill you bake me some Christmas cookies?
The baker is my friend Gab, I pretend to be useless at the kitchen and there I go eating all kinds of treats without sweating... do not repeat!
Delete"True love", the reason life is so precious, & special times so memorable! I think we all can personalize your lovely words, it speaks to each heart in a unique & heartfelt way. Wonderful poem Michael. ~Chris
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your generous overview, Christine. ~ Michael
DeleteIf some would consider the beautiful memories and the bonding as 'shackles' - I say, what a beautiful way to go! Sheri
ReplyDeleteSheri... If two are shackled, and only they hold the keys, no power on earth can separate them.
DeleteThanks so much for taking a moment to visit, and for your very kind words.
Very, very, very nice, Michael. A wonderful, outstanding poem. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Thanks so much, Maurice. Blessing are always sought.
Deletea wonderful touching write filled with wonderful memories
ReplyDeleteI truly appreciate that, Linda.
DeleteA wonderful piece full of heart...
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Stephany.
Delete*sigh* this is such a lovely write :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Laura. Gosh, it is nice to see you here.
DeleteMyke,
ReplyDeleteSome lovely sentiments expressed here.
Your new friend,
David Fox