It’s not that time of the year without
The sun setting in the west earlier than usual
Time becoming celebratory, shedding its torment like a second skin
The smell of mum’s cooking emanating from the kitchen
Colourful lights adorning the trees
Hearts brimming with sweet cheer,
As all prepare to welcome the new year.
But what really makes it that time of the year
Is knowing you are packing your bags
Buying a ticket, even if at double the price
As the house prepares for your arrival,
With food, new sheets and excitement bubbling over
Much like the bubbly dad bought from the store
In anticipation of the goodwill that follows you.
Even if mum and dad forget for a moment
There are two children already in attendance
Missing the one that is not
The icing on the cake, why Sissy and I wait
For that time of the year
Is knowing mum and dad will, for your sake
If not for ours
Remain civil to each other, through the holiday
Maybe even remember how they used to love each other
Go so far as to make goo eyes at one another
Because they don’t want to disappoint you,
Worry you, so far away that you are.
So Sissy and I, live for the moment
When it is that time of the year:
Your arrival is imminent,
The air is festive,
And mum and dad have hidden their knives and words
in the corners of their brain
As we become a family again.
Written as part of the #WordsMatter Blog hop hosted by Corinne, Shalini and Parul. Happy to take this baton on from Kala and passing it onto Ishieta.
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