Last year’s yule log
Rekindled as a flickering flame
Heats the cold hearth
We sit around in mute study
Contemplating
A year lost by caring hands
Who laboured with
Sickly, restrained, individuals
To pant - one last —
long silent exhalation
As spirits leave
Their bereaved family wanting
To explain the
Empty chairs at dining tables
Set neat for lunch
Just last year when history was
About to be
Written in black edged annals.
Thank you. I really appreciate how you have encouraged me to write. May peace be with you. Indeed, have a happy new year.
Inshore Cassandra 