Now that you are gone,
I make a wish on every falling star I see
(they are few and far between)
to travel back in time,
have you tuck me up in bed so tight,
sing our favourite lullabies
and then kiss me goodnight.
I want to know that you’ll be there
on Christmas morning when I wake,
to be a child again,
to hold on to that memory
afresh, and know that no-one
on this earth can break
my heart again.
Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018
Sherry reminds us that, at this time of year, our thoughts turn to those we love. It is a time of coming home, sharing the holidays with those closest to us, celebrating love and connection. She says that it seems we spend a lot of time looking back, as the decades roll by, sometimes with chagrin, at times with regret, but most often with nostalgia.
Sherry asks us to write poems that take us back to the people we remember, the places of homecoming at Christmas – and if we don’t celebrate Christmas, it can be a homecoming for whatever celebration brings us and our dear ones together.