I threw kisses at the roses
as they shone so bravely
on a cold December morning;
Making my heart sing,
as I polished the windows in readiness
for the Advent Star to hang and shine.
Preparing the table for the Crib
to stand serene, age old story to tell.
Every treasure transmitting love
from childhood and on.
The joy from the girl I was – and am,
from the children of mine,
as their exuberance and fantasy poured,
In all this richness surrounding me
I saw the sorrows too and a whisper;
Cry my heart, cry
don’t fear your tears;
Smile my heart, smile
You are but twins within each one.
The strength of love won out, no space for tears,
as we rejoice in our creations, recognize our traditions
held in care and trust;
Sharing loving hugs
© miriam ivarson