Thread Memories

A patchwork quilt laid across a bed.

Crocheted doilies and tablecloths folded in a cedar chest.

Handmade garland draped on a Christmas tree.

Reminders of soft wrinkled hands

That will be absent this year.

Memories left for present and future 

Generations to see,




The love

The thread preserves.




Christmas Eve Eve

Christmas Eve Eve,
And all through the place
Children are sleeping
In any spare space.

Adults are playing
The Wii with great care,
Keeping it quiet,
The kids not to scare.

The tree is all lit,
The presents await.
The turkey is thawing,
Sweating its fate.

Fellowship thrives with
Teasing and laughter.
Hot air rises from floor
To high rafters.

Just one more day
Until presents are opened.
Thirty-six hours
‘Til chaos descends.

Family Christmas
Is frenetic and shrill.
Once a year is plenty,
We all get our fill.