Oh, bittersweet season,
leaving me twisting and turning,
as I ride the holiday emotional roller coaster.
The 4 AM awakenings, wrapped in darkness,
with the tears ready to spill.
Longing to drift back to sleep,
but not wanting to dream of those I miss.
Waking with a heavy heart as Christmas
creeps ever closer, filled with memories
of family traditions and celebrations,
gone, not to be repeated.
Yet, there are moments in the day
when I find respite from the heartache.
I step into my improv space,
where I can leave this world behind
and be someone else for a little while.
Delight replaces sorrow as I watch
my wonderful community creating
fun characters, the sound of their laughter
is a soothing balm to my soul.
Or picking up my paintbrush,
losing myself as I transform a blank page
into something that never existed before.
I’ve learned to navigate the two worlds
of loss and life, carrying those who’ve
gone before me in my heart
as I discover a new path on my own.
Tag: holidays
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Bittersweet Season
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13 Christmases
Traditions change as time moves on.
From the magical mornings of childhood,
Standing at the top of the stairs,
Waiting for the sheet to be pulled down
That would reveal the awaiting presents under the lit tree.
Teenage years met with the blasé response
That occurs with the knowledge of who has
left the presents
And the angst of adolescence.
How fresh the season felt as we celebrated
Our first Christmas as a married couple.
Watching holiday movies and shows,
Our tree decked out, carols playing.
Celebrating our joy together, alone,
Before spending time with family.
With the birth of our children brought a new enchantment
as we saw the excitement of Christmas through their eyes.
They’d wait at the top of the stairs,
Like when I was a child,
Their little bodies vibrate with anticipation
Of what Santa left.
This is the before world,
The world that I could make sense of.
The one where you were still with me.
Thirteen years have passed since we celebrated
Our last Christmas,
Not knowing it would be our last.
Those first years were brutal,
From Thanksgiving until the new year
My body ached with missing you.
Tears came easily as the decorations and music
That once brought delight
Now were hollow and painful.
I’d avert my eyes as I’d get groceries
From the festive lights and messages of joy and togetherness,
but I could not block out the singers blaring from the speakers
through the aisles, with their empty promises of Christmas peace.
Our family traditions changed.
What once was Christmas Eve
Dinner around the dining table
was replaced with dinner
At a local restaurant,
No reminders of Christmas past.
With time, the pain eased, though never erased.
Every year, no matter how well I think I’m doing,
The grief hits me during December, and I’m
Still surprised by the ache. This was your favorite season,
When you found the most peace.
Now, I live alone.
I get to choose how I observe Christmas.
The decorations are minimal, the baking has been reduced.
Christmas Eve and day are celebrated with my found families.
I still wear the last Christmas gift you gave me,
A silver Mobius strip on a chain.
It reads, “I love you. I love you more.”
The message of love and connection
That is never-ending.
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