kissmas

today is a day like so many others.
don’t know why, i opened a treasure hided a long ago, the small grandpa’ box .... there is little christmas balls inside, silver golden red yellow green and blue, exactly 9, my perpetual number and the one of justice, shining and smiling for me they seem of glass, some already broken but forever magical and ... i’m listening Glass ....
this night brings sweet memories and a deep melancholia, like all kissmas.
my grandma always cooked the big family dinner and everyone was there, my Mom did the same .... when we were kids, my brother and i, we built a crib and later, with the time, we had a stunning tree, we putted our shoes at the chimney but never asked presents, we knew we could not afford .... Mom always told we were the most wonderful children of the world.
though this day is over for me exactly 9 years ago i will never forget we had always an empty place at the table waiting for someone who could knock on the door, no matter if a friend a homeless or the night watchman .... it was my spirit of this day !!!

and tonight, with an empty place in front of me, i can hear the dog in the yard weeping of sadness,
i can hear the moaning of the turtle dove .....
dreaming of the past and future,
missing your kisses and loving you, Babe,
I’m alone !!!

© luisa brehm