holidays, writing

An After Holiday, Holiday Poem


The spirit of giving becomes “all about me.”
Does anyone realize how lucky they may be?

It’s a blessed day for loved ones to share,
and take the time to show they care.
Yet still so many complain,
about the stress and family strain.

I am just the opposite.
Surrounded by family is my benefit.
Family, friends, neighbors, come one and all
It’s your presence, not presents, for which I call.

by Lori (L. Virelli)

This photo was taken long ago when there used to be a lot more presence. (Yes, long ago when women wore big hair.)

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