through the Light
of Christmas
I found my way
home
from a hospital
and nursing home
through city and
small town
Main Streets
their streetlamps
with holiday lights
as my mother
was on her way
Home
the time we shared
and still share
I wrote this poem on December 3, 2013, and added a note:
A peaceful grey day here, with steady rain. The evergreens are so beautiful. We are also still seeing geese flying in formation. Spring, Summer, Fall – all so glorious. Yet I think I love this time most of all. Yesterday I went to Target and the brown fields had a covering of frost. I guess whatever time it may be is the best time. The wonder of seasons, wherever we are.

Photo by Karl – 2014
Ellen Grace Olinger