We are facing into Christmas without her, and are reminded by the stacks of gifts she purchased and stored before she died, that the Yuletide was one of her favorite times of year, precisely because it was the family occasion. But what will Christmas be without mother? Another ‘Silent Night’, of sorts:
Silent Night
Silent Night
~For Mother~
This year without you will end
in snow and shadows,
prayers like icicles will fall across
our grief and cut it raw.
We will seek you in the carols,
We will seek you in the carols,
but will find only silence,
our tears thawing and flowing,
and absence like a dead end,
like a dark empty road
like a dark empty road
between fields under trees,
where a lone cry can die
into the dead of night.
This year without you will end
This year without you will end
with homecomings, headlights
cleaving sylvan shadows,
and your laughter lost between.
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