Christmas Greetings and Wishes #MFRWauthor #Poetry

A very Merry Christmas to all. One hopes everyone recieves what they want and perhaps even what they need on this day when we celebrate in honor of the Prince of Peace. I wish we could strive for that goal rather than being divided by hatred, envy and other negative emotions. I'll share this poem written many years ago.

We Are A People

We are a people diversified,
Unified and yet
From underneath we hear a bead,
A strum of even taps
Bordering all the land.

We are a people unique,
Our common bonds are few.
The stories and the songs we sing
Are blended, stirred, become
A chorus crying loud.

We are a people stretching
With timid hands we reach
To send hope to one another.
It is the young and raw land
That gives us birth and is born
We are a people growing,
A children coming of age.

Saturday's Excerpt from Christmas Wishes by Danica Winters

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Christmas Wishes

By Danica Winters

Chapter One

 

A solitary snowflake landed on the pine wreath in Lee Llewellyn’s hands. Its lacy white edges curled around the warm boughs like melting fingers, dripping down the pin-point needles and falling unceremoniously to the frozen grass of the cemetery.

The grass crunched under her feet as she made her way to the familiar marble headstone with the bird inscribed in the black-inked stone. Last week’s roses lay at the base, their heads drooping in icy lamentation. The aged, brittle roses reminded her of the way she always seemed to feel—frozen in time, waiting for someone to pluck her from her stupor, only to be replaced.

Today the flowers would stay. Lee couldn’t bring herself to destroy their despondent beauty. They could stay one more week. Daniel wouldn’t mind—or at least, she hoped his spirit wouldn’t. In truth, he’d never been one for flowers anyway. If anything, the flowers were more for her, like the wreath in her hands. Curling the velvety red ribbon so it sat perfectly at the center, she laid the circular wreath next to the roses, careful to leave her son’s name legible.

She read each word as she had done a thousand times before. Daniel Edward Llewellyn. Born May 10^th, 1990. Died December 23, 2010.

The tear trickled down Lee’s cheek, unchecked by time or self-control. She couldn’t imagine a time when the deep pain of those words would leave her unaffected. Yes, they were only words, little letters etched into stone, but they signified so much pain and so many memories. They meant everything to her, just like Daniel.