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Elder Statesman
I hiked yesterday
Through the oaks and saw mistletoe
although I had no one to kiss under it
I was ok with that, I didn't need the distraction
Rolling hills
moss on the old trees
A RBT (Really Big Tree) Bay to give perspective
And a hilltop to stand and rest at.
And the day before
amid lights and the smell of pine
Song
and a dog playing with the torn paper
I saw my son
enjoying the attention
that's what he wanted
far more than the toys
I'm sure that will change soon
but this year
there was a purity to him
that melted my heart to a degree
The ex even gave me a present
but like most gifts I receive
it's a mixed blessing
she's engaged (might simplify the support arrangements)
I was not with
the ones I would kiss
I miss them
but at least I was touched in a way.
As the Holidays go
this was not a bad one
I did not drink
I did no harm.
An old friend
a Mistress of verse and song
and with a very dirty mind
sent me a poem.
I can accept such gifts
pasta and Popsicle sticks
Sighs and verse
Memories...
The positive I see in such seasons
amid the pressure and stress
is that we are given a designated time
to remember those we love.
-SB
Through the oaks and saw mistletoe
although I had no one to kiss under it
I was ok with that, I didn't need the distraction
Rolling hills
moss on the old trees
A RBT (Really Big Tree) Bay to give perspective
And a hilltop to stand and rest at.
And the day before
amid lights and the smell of pine
Song
and a dog playing with the torn paper
I saw my son
enjoying the attention
that's what he wanted
far more than the toys
I'm sure that will change soon
but this year
there was a purity to him
that melted my heart to a degree
The ex even gave me a present
but like most gifts I receive
it's a mixed blessing
she's engaged (might simplify the support arrangements)
I was not with
the ones I would kiss
I miss them
but at least I was touched in a way.
As the Holidays go
this was not a bad one
I did not drink
I did no harm.
An old friend
a Mistress of verse and song
and with a very dirty mind
sent me a poem.
I can accept such gifts
pasta and Popsicle sticks
Sighs and verse
Memories...
The positive I see in such seasons
amid the pressure and stress
is that we are given a designated time
to remember those we love.
-SB