St. Patrick’s Day Poem
the sun is shining through
the geranium leaves
dappling the floor with gold
the warmth heats these
old bones as I sit in
the healing warmth
crocheting a clover chain
St. Patrick’s day is near
but my children are
grown and flown
gone are the days of
bringing totes filled with
a plethora of decorations
for any holiday
gone are the days of
the house filled with friends
baking cookies for
hungry stomachs
laughter ringing through the halls
I have left my small
Christmas tree on the
old metal milk can
in the living room
I should have crocheted a
Valentine’s heart chain to decorate
it’s green boughs with
pink white and reds
I was remiss in
the darkness of winter
but today, sitting here
in the warming rays of sun
the green yarn asked
to be created with so
clover it is
a chain to decorate
just a little
not like then
like now
just for me…
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