It was I who was filled with doubt…
I, who never thought there was a route
That would negate…
The reason for the season.
And yet it happened
Or tried to happen.
I lost the rapture.
I lost my way…
I let the pain of loss
Toss me into self-imposed exile.
I would withdraw; I would defile
The reason for the season.
It started with my antique nativity scene.
Just one decoration to calm me.
One reason for the season as balm.
The birth of life in the face of death.
But somehow, unwillingly, the rest
Of my meagre symbols just followed.
A top hat, a woolen scarf, a carrot for a nose,
But it was the coal-filled eyes and etched smile
That reached into my cold heart and rose
Like a beacon of light through the darkened miles,
Bringing warmth to my emptiness.
Something thawed or I was left in awe
Of the reason for the season.
It was so much greater than all my pain!
My boycott faded like snow emerging from the rain,
Soft white petals of cleansing snowflakes.
A whisper of breath through a shadowy room;
Bright white candles to dispel the gloom,
A reason for the season.
And suddenly I knew he was with the angels
And watching me caress the snowmen
As I had touched his cold hand for the last time.
The widow smiled through her tears
And tucked away her anger and fear.
I will never be alone
For there are many reasons
… For the season.
It was a year ago…
But just as poignant today.
Never let go of the reason for the season.
Ā —Poem and final photo by Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Beautiful.
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Thank you… Blessings to you during this season of hope and love! š
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My pleasure. Love, blessings, and hugs. May your dreams come true.
xoxo
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Amazing christmas poem! I love the fact that you inserted those wonderful pictures in between. I loved reading this
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Thank you so much, Matilde. I hope this year my tears are all tears of thankfulness! š
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A poignant and beautiful poem, Deborah. I am glad you are getting to a point where you can enjoy your memories. Hugs.
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Robbie, life goes on. As we change, we can rearrange hurt into gladness, and sadness into remembrances. We never forget, we just learn to cope and hope.
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Yes, I know that is true.
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Becoming philosophical in my maturity. Lol
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A beautiful poem, sis. Huge hugs. xxx
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Thank you. A brief meltdown with a happy ending! š
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Beautiful ! Stay warm and cozy!
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I’m trying to; this alone role is a tough one to play…
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