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Welcome to my photo journal blog! Here are my first drafts of poetry & prose inspired by my nature photos fresh and #NewThisDay

#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

River's Edge, Christmas Eve Morning

River's Edge, Christmas Eve Morning

Milkweed Morning Meadow, Christmas Eve

Milkweed Morning Meadow, Christmas Eve

My first Christmas without living

parents  Last year I drove alone

to touch my father on Christmas Eve

I brought Egg nog and a cut glass cup

to pour into and serve, nutmeg

for a sprinkling, The gang of us

planned a Christmas meal to serve

him the day after, and we did. But

I wanted quiet, him all to myself

to hold for all the Christmases

not to miss what I knew, our last

 

The first Christmas Day

my husband and I hosted

in place of my parents, after

prime rib and presents, in opposite

chairs they sat and sunk

into silent, a huge sleep

we stood in the chaos

torn, paper crushed and boxes, ribbon -

all the unraveling is ours now

to order

 

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2016