One Last Christmas. Poem by David Wood

Christmas Day spent with my
Best friend, despite her hour
Glass almost empty.

I lay on her rug with her as her
dreams make her legs dance.

Two granite pillars, oceans of
Support, she has travelled far
For nearly one and a half decades.

Soon the elements will take their
Path leaving forever silk grazing
Memories, and of that sleep

What dreams will she have? Green
Fields, beaches, trees - me?
Soon her history is about to begin.

I wish her a very merry Christmas.