The Season of Remembering

“Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.” – Hamilton Wright Mabie

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THE SONG OF MEMORIES

Dancing around our Christmas tree
those are the memories
of my late father and his dancing shoes
I hold forever close in my soul.

He would take each of us
for a round of the Viennese waltz,
dressed in his finest shirt and tie
he would offer his hand to us all –
one by one, wearing his big smile,
urging us to perform our best moves.
My mom was first, my grandma followed,
then my sister and I danced, too.

I delighted in these moments of joy and warmth
decorated by the sweet spirit and Christmas tree.
The time of kindness, laughter and family,
festive dresses, love and remembering.
A touch of light, wonder and awe.

Sometimes the sky veiled in midnight dark,
sometimes snowflakes like crystals
falling into our eyes; as if touched
by angels, we all sparkled,
singing our song of happy times.
The song of memories etched into our hearts.

By Sharka Waite

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