Twas two nights before Christmas
and all through the house,
lay packages, puppies, and nary a mouse.
The tree -nicely trimmed and the mantle lights glowed,
and the ticking of grandfather clock never slowed.
When Felicia sat, still, on her comfortable couch,
she was able to say - that she still liked the house.
For the year has brought changes and plenty that mattered,
and sometimes it seemed every good thing was tattered.
But with mind's eye drawn back o'er December through March,
she saw tiny footprints that proved she had marched
Not just dashing and prancing and flying about
but steadily onward- in spite of the doubt.
The dying of Loren, the love of her life,
had deepened, then ended, her role as a wife
now mother, and sister, daughter and friend
had been tossed in the whirlwind of grief- would THESE end?
She knew she was God's-
that was something -stayed certain
But where would she land
on this side of grief's curtain?
When two people are married
for twenty-five years
they inter-twine life
so that splitting it shears!
Not just that relationship
But everything else
is altered and weird.
Turning back to the footprints,
yes, tiny they be,
And mussed here and there
by the galloping sprees.
She notices others
have been right beside her
and gratitude tears
Welled up inside her
With a blink and a nod
and her course set- to write
She wishes you all
Merry Christmas, tonight.