Fireplaces and the unforgettable scent of dry Cyprus Laughter and stories of days long gone And Pilau cooked from the olden fireplace outside Are just but some memories I have of Christmas Memories: because last, and the year before You were not there to collect acorns with me and spray paint them in golden hues to place atop the Fireplace, As the warmth of Christmas soaks in With Jim Reeves playing in the backdrop of togetherness I want new memories that I can sing about and sink into The season's slowly coming, but... Not another Christmas without you.
Chronicles of a former Business Journalist | Believer of the African Dream | Mother | Lover of Life| Poet