A Robin on a Sprig of Holly
By Silver Spun Sand
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Your glass of wine
stands untouched,
as does mine.
Because you’re not here
the candle wept wax
on my best linen cloth.
It doesn’t matter;
the only thing that does –
you never showed.
Don’t even mind
the turkey I cooked
burned to a frazzle...
Or the hassle
to make a Yorkshire
so it rose to greet you
at half-past one…
when you'd always drop by.
Just a card
would have been nice,
but I’ve still got last year’s
in the drawer somewhere.
Yes – here it is;
a robin on a sprig of holly.
I’ll pop it back down
on the mantelpiece.
For a moment,
I sensed your smile.
Losing my marbles,
perhaps.
It’s cold in here – fresh
out of logs, though,
for the fire.
Maybe, just a taste
of that Bordeaux
might warm me up.
So, here’s to us –
and Auld Lang Syne.
Happy Christmas, son.
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So beautiful and heartfelt,
k.
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I wonder how many of would
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new Silver-Spun-Sand very
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Nice atmospheric piece;
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I remember this one Tina!
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