Poem: Holidazed

and somehow I make it through

I wrote this one years ago, but the internet gremlins and website migrations have made it hard to find, so here you go.

weather shifts
invitations arrive
decorations appear

joyful, joyful is the call
joy does not always come
and somehow I make it through

memories of loved ones departed brings back grief and heartache
family resentments are added to the hidden p…