last day and first day

last day of the year

last change to say

the words I want to say

last time to do fun things

before the grind begins

last hours to reflect

on what was gain and lost

but tomorrow will be

the first day of the year

first change to take that step

first time to tell you

my true feelings

first hours to begin

writing a new chapter
adding to life’s novel

- To everyone, have a happy and prosperous New Year. 

eternity

eternity

is what I wanted

with you

eternity

is what we promised

each other

eternity

is what slipped through

our fingertips

eternity

is the dream I keep

holding onto

            

there was a time

there was a time

when Christmas was

magical – in a

child’s eyes

but as we grow

it looses its charms

commercialization

takes over

then it becomes just

another holiday spent

digging into pockets

for gifts

even if when we

come back to the

reason for the season

and reclaim that magic

it is still not the same

without your child’s eyes

- For those who celebrate, Merry Christmas.

ten

ten is the day I took

my first breath

entering this world

on a promise

of new beginnings

ten is the age

I was when my body

became a woman –

shedding blood,

a promise of motherhood

ten became twenty,

thirty and now forty

every decade bringing

some new chapter

for me to write

I don’t know what forty

will bring but I hope

it’s something good,

not sad – I had plenty

in the other decades

it was like magic

it was like magic

when our eyes met

the loudness of life

diminished into whispers

and I was head over

heels in love

but like magic it only

happens occasionally

never staying long

enough to take root

like sycamore trees

in deep green forests

I wish I had bottled

that magic potion

to keep at my bedside

to remember what

we once had before

the magic disappeared

eyes pulling me in

it was your

eyes pulling

me into

deep oceans

of sea blue

never to

see the sun’s

light again

I have no

regrets in

falling for

those dark eyes

as if no one was watching

as she danced with grace

she released all her burdens

letting her mind drift

into soft musical notes

as if no one was watching

Photo by Ahmad Odeh

Courtesy of unsplash.com

so close

so close

yet you feel

so far

my fingertips

tingle at

the thought

of holding

you in

my hands

so close

yet you feel

so far

a dream

that will

be snatched

from my

aching hands

so close

I can taste it

I just hope

I am not

dreaming

let us cheer

let us cheer

to a forthcoming

new year

another chance

to make things right

a new beginning

for changes

a time to reflect

but move on

to new chapters

let us cheer

for good intentions

and let’s hope

for better days

to come forth

- Written for Quadrille #70: Poems of Good Cheer