Christmases Past and Present
I explore the pain and joy pre- and post- pandemic
By Eileen DavisPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Kenny Eliason on Unsplash
1990s
Lava bulbs glow amid evergreen
Upon the daughter humming hymns;
The spirit sparks divine embers within
As she recalls the babe is her friend.
2020
Pandemic darkness surrounds her soul;
The winter blues obscure her hope.
Many succumb, marked deaths of despair
Besides the Covid death counter square.
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May all hope for a Christmas star again?
Yes: Jupiter, Saturn align in night's sky
Three kings need not be led astray
Angels still lead shepherds today
2024
She garbs her son in robes and rings;
He presents a gift to the newborn king.
She prays her sons will also know
That babe, that king, as their friend.
About the Creator
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Comments (4)
Covid was a bad time.- Pandemic darkness surrounds her soul. Nicely Done!!
Very good poem, I like the 2020 verses
Absolutely Beautiful!!! Nicely Done!!
Wow, beautiful! So resonant. Love it.