The Bitter-Sweet Of Christmas Poem by Lynn W. Petty
The Bitter-Sweet Of Christmas
A pervading warmth wraps the heart at Christmas time.
It comes a messenger of peace; a recall of home;
The evidence of forgotten joys;
Recalling memories of those old friends
Gone from us and, loved ones far away.
The most tender of mysteries, it permeates society, displaying
An underlying oneness for all human kind.
A time when labor turns to love, fatigue evolves to festivity.
There are weeks involved in making ready for a single day's event:
Decorating the house; selecting the tree; shopping for gifts and food;
Setting the table with silver and china;
The house warmed by fireplace flames; the laughter of children;
The exchanging of gifts by the tree; dinner.
Suddenly over, family departed, the house becomes a vacuum,
An echo of tomorrow's emptiness.
The day, added to the yesterdays of all our years,
Is recorded in memory as a genial recollection.
There is no measurement that weighs the hours of preparation
For the approaching holidays. There is no holiday that leaves
One with such a glow of nostalgic reflections as does Christmas Day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 12:11:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
well, i only noticed 2 or 3 lines dealing possibly with the bitter aspect. i was fortunate enough to enjoy, as a child, much of the sweet part, without doing much of the work part! but i did think of other, Unmentioned bitter items. such as: not all human kind believe(s) in the same set of religious principals/restrictions/faith. many humans are non-Christians but still religious, while many are not religious at all in the conventional way of thinking. this, like many differences in Mankind, can and does cause problems for humans. other bitterness that came to my mind: not all who celebrate/believe in CHRISTmas can enjoy the 'luxuries' of warmth, fine food, silver and china, or even a modest tree to decorate. a nicely done poem, but obviously from the point of view of an aging, 'privileged' poet! no offense meant. bri :) A time when labor turns to love, fatigue evolves to festivity...........i didn't like this at first; i think i misunderstood it, but now i like it. i also like alliterations. one of my favorite parts: Suddenly over, family departed, the house becomes a vacuum, An echo of tomorrow's emptiness.................i assume this is one 'bitter' part of the 'holidays' for some. well, Happy Holidays to you, Lynn. ;) :)