Don't know how many will stop by, given that it's the day before Christmas Eve, but even though I'm not at home, using a computer that's not mine, I'm going to at least attempt to put something out here. Thanks to those who recommended or commented on the belated diary I threw up last week!
Yes, I am in Hawaii now, at my younger son's, though I wasn't at all sure it was going to come off, until it did. Comes at a price, however: being away from GEDF (growing-ever-dearer-friend) for over a month. There are no unmixed blessings in this world, it seems.
Hope the holidays bring joy, or at least, some respite from struggles, for all!
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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Christmas Difference
I hear surf crashing
Wind in palm trees
Not Florida this time
Island in the "other" ocean.
At least, the room I occupy
Isn't one dispossessed from
Children of the household
Only my son's home office,
Reposing on air bed
(That's like Florida!)
House itself is quiet
The young ones must be elsewhere.
Young ones were the reason
I celebrated in my own home
For so many years.
Gave it up when the sons grew up,
And went off their own ways.
As a widow, my own nest is
Emptier than most,
Visiting the nests my sons have created
Compensates somewhat, or
More than a little,
For what I don't have now.
I'll appreciate the quiet
Of my own nest
All the more
When I return to it.
Happy Holidays, everyone!
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