'Pre-Holiday Blues' Poem by Linda Winchell

Well it’s getting to be that time of year again
Where I get into my sentimental…thinking mode.
Thinking of what use to be
And a lot of…what was never told.

Wouldn’t want to bring you down...you see?
And share…all of this sadness that I feel.
You wouldn’t want to hear my stories
You wouldn’t want to hear my spiel.

But the holidays get me to always feeling
A bit lonely…sad and somewhat blue.
Because you see it was all shared so long ago
Making holiday cheer… and memories with you.

The smells of mom’s cooking turkey and dressing
The marshmallows browning …atop her canned yams.
Boy…weren’t they just the best of times together?
The best there ever was… with all the fam.?

I know we have families...now of our own
And mom and dad are old… and so far away.
But it’s more than just my memories that haunt me so
It’s not having them all with all of you today.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009