A Christmas tale

I started this missive as a poem about the winter weather, but as you will see, the tone, the sequence, the tambrer (I think that’s what you call it) changes completely as my mind wanders through the clouds! No pictures I’m afraid, as I would rather have the words paint your own. (I may put one at the end). Enjoy!

Winter rain with grey clouds low, soaking wet, nowhere to go! Brollys high above the head, I wish i’de stayed indoors instead.

 

Christmas records scorch the air, raindrops fall from soaking hair, waiting for a pot of tea, I miss those days, my dad and me.

 
A grumpy smile, a stern “Humbug!”, a “Tab”, before we go. “This weathers going to kill me son, I hope it doesn’t snow”

 
So take a look, make sure you see, if old folk need a smile, to have him back for one more day, i’de crawl a flaming mile.

 
Let’s not forget my mother too, i’de sell my soul for see. To have one day to hold her hand and walk along with me..

 
With no one left to show my fears, no one to comfort me, no one to tell me ‘it’ll be ok’ no one to cry with me.

 
So while you can, you should take care of all your time you spare Through winter, summer,Autumn, Spring, one day they won’t be there.

 
This poem morphed from one of mirth, as rants about life fail. But time alone can make a man see through this clouded vale!

 
I guess I’m not as strong as me, the me I want to know, this weather kills my sense of time, I really wish for snow.

 

For Mam and Dad. Merry Christmas X


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