12/19 Saturday

Advent arrives trailing deep joy to most of holidays,
For a smaller group, scarred by sorrow, the onset is
A quieter march

Marked by reminders of what is gone. I know, I do.
Yet this year, more alone than ever past, I wish 
A different route.

May my mind sift the loved memories of my Dear,
Let a time each day regard gracious thoughts 
Of our time.

For I am tired, hollowed by sorrow’s weight, 
Would welcome, respite of this measure, 
Hope for serenity.