Merry Christmas, Babe

you took my hand
and walked me down the stairs
through the dark hall
past the kitchen

and a blend of sounds
or hushed voices
swaddled my awareness
and made my eyes blink

we moved so well
your hands were deft
and my actions were timed
to an ethereal music

wood walls and sad
carpeted floors
rest in a fog or mire
and watch time drip

the tree of lights
you loved so much
stood centre stage
in the play you made me

I remain aside
and the window is glazed
with the flash and shine
from cars in the street


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