| Afteryule Contented and sleepy from holiday fare Gift wrap and boxes lay strewn everywhere The ovens are off but aroma still lingers Cookies and candy canes clutched in small fingers Talk becomes trivial; folks start to leave A couple of children a bit less naïve Dads load the cars and mothers pick up Cold coffee dumped from a bright St. Nick cup Paper examined for small toys and parts Quick hugs and kisses as each group departs The lights on the tree blink a little less bright No small preparation to tend to tonight The hands in her lap feel the drop of a tear Knowing most won’t return until this time next year. 12/27/02 |
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