A Torn Christmas

The wind blows,
a steady beat,
disperses Texas heat
palms succumb
to the rhythm
seduce the cerulean sky,
my heart a bird in flight

Back home winds cut
squalls threaten, snow
swirls nipping children’s
cheeks, while inside
hearths glow, eyes sparkle,
an anticipation my heart
aches to behold

This year, we’ve balked
tradition, chosen sunnier
vistas, the selfishness of two
will limit our Christmas
to FaceTime chats, snapshots
of excitement; my heart torn
between bliss and guilt.

(The Daily Post prompt:  torn.  Image and baking by my daughter.  Missing limb courtesy of a granddaughter.)



      1. I’m smiling at “blissful” – thank you! Holiday has officially begun – Gary’s last day teaching till after the long holiday, and tonight he’s baking banana bread, a trial vegan recipe to please various family members – this first batch is for us to assess the recipe (yum! judging from the aroma coming from oven). A blissful holiday to you and Ric, too.

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      1. And it is! So often we put ourselves on the back burner (more than we should) for our kids. They also need to learn it’s ok to put yourself first. It’s healthy too. When you are strong and nourished, you can further nourish them. What I believe anyway 🙂

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