On cold and snowy days
when grandma’s face rocks
my smile and
the smell of old spice
parades the house
with chattering
of winter buddies
applauding the dance
of a toddler
to a christmas song
more knocks and
more cheers
the scent of
this season is vintage
a powerful reunion
of tired men and women
healing their souls
through family time…
Our Christmas
is a home
and our fulfilment
began with a kiss
of our santa; grandpa.
MERRY CHRISTMAS BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.
ruthspoetry 2016
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Happy holidays too dear❤
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Thank you 🙂
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“the smell of old spice
parades the house”
A memory I have not had in awhile. Thank you!
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Aah!!! I can imagine. Thank you too❤
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Don’t you love the sound of Christmas bells
The love, mistletoe kisses, diners smells
I wait up for Santa every Christmas eve
This year I was late my soul did grieve
Recovered when my gifts I could see
Tears of joy for a special gift for me
A box not wrapped but with a note
This box is full of love and much hope
To be opened in emergencies only
In times of stress or if your feeling lonely
But spread the love give hope to all
May your life and others forever be a ball
Belated but forever Christmas wishes,
Mick
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