that little voice

Here are a couple of poems I wrote for the new year.

Dawn

Dawn of an unborn day, unblemished, unexplored, perhaps unremembered in years ahead.

Fire logs unlit, rooms unwarmed, presents unwrapped, unsent.

Turkeys unroasted, cookies unbaked, meals unprepared, families unassembled.

Holidays uncelebrated, festivities unheld, candy dishes unfilled, joys unfelt. Music unplayed, visitors

Music unplayed, visitors unwelcome, grief unavoided.

The world hopeful for an unrepeated 2020.

Here’s to 2021

Friends, family, to all I know, a toast to 2021. A new year, new thoughts,

A new year, new thoughts, new memories to make, riding a wave of hope, escaping the reality of the year past.

To each I offer words to uplift, thoughts of peace, a hand of support, deep gratitude for your presence.