At inopportune times ~
The sadness of the season can suck the wind right out of me ~
I huddle under the eaves of a storefront ~ and cry ~
Memories of Mama ~
Sweet Mama who loved Christmas so ~
He gently reminds me that this must be the reason for my tears today ~
"It's probably just the season," he whispers softly, my younger brother who kept vigil with me by her bedside so many Christmases ago.
The Season of Sadness ~
Of Christmas Mourning ~
~ Memories of Mama ~
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