Posted in Best Wishes, Fiction & Poetry

Auld Lang Syne – Not


The beautiful mother wasn’t so long ago

Smiling down at her infants

Such a gift to know

Come round again

As a little one sleeps under salt lamp aglow

“I love you”, “I love you” they echo tones low

Drifting off on the New Year, first day

364 to go


In the kitchen quiet, stealth

Shrimp cocktail, chowder heats

She sits on the carpet, soft, plush

Near breathing gentle, at peace

Eyes drift to the screen

A movie plays, Part 2

Volume only she can hear

Little one sleeps right through


Sparkling wine

Now’s the time

Happy New Year to you