Something More

These days are lovely

As the seasons freeze and emotions thaw:

Another family gathering,

Another day to joke, laugh, stab, and cry.

So much happiness, joy, and laughter

But so much worry and so much stress

About what we might say, do, or get wrong.

The drifting cold tells us

Our holidays are somehow less

Than what our idealized standards say they should be.

How can we better wrap ourselves in this time?

How can we forgive ourselves enough to see

The good in the holidays’ romanticism.

How can we visit with one another as we really are?

Just humans, sometimes kin and sometimes friends

Always hoping to prove to someone something more.

–Written by Sandy Heights

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