The late November to early February,
Feels such a lonely time in this wide world,
Then June to August feels like a haunting,
A small world buried deep inside of loss.
To my brothers in the north, Michael, Craig, and Mark,
I drink, salute to you and all your families, my
nieces and nephew too, Each in Spain and Canada,
And in the nearer South East Asia and Australia too.
To the nieces of my better half,
You Texas girls are too cool,
Sarah and your baby, Amy and your school,
Hope you have a good one, and that it’s not too cold for yous’.
To all the family here in Australia,
I hope the season travels good for you,
For John and Cassie, I have to thank you so,
On making me a granddad, in a year that’s not been slow.
To my sister in the Snowy’s, and David with you too,
Enjoy your two-wheel tour, the mountain climbs as well,
With all those long breakfasts, lunches and suppers too,
Be it a safe long holiday for the both of you.
To all extended family, I think I’m running out of words,
But I hope your season is a good one, and time it feels like new,
Once again to my four siblings, I miss you all this year,
So I hope this poem finds you well, and full of season cheer.
Miss you all, and happy days for the year ahead, best of luck always…
Apologies if I have written too much the last couple of days, or maybe trying too hard impress, over plugging authors of verse (that I like what they write), I don’t mean to be too confronting. I’ve just been trying to keep busy in a world I’m a little unsure of most times.