What’s missing? This is my morning thought.
‘Tis the season we turn to family and celebrate.
But struggle, we do, with missing elements.
It’s not the decorations, gifts, or events.
No. It’s people. Family. Friends. Neighbors. Community.
The loved ones alongside the tolerated ones.
Those who are gone forever.
And those who are gone, we hope, for just a little while.
Early morning, I’m sitting with coffee and cereal.
My mind and spirit turn to Christmas memories of the past.
Recent. Decades ago. Here. There.
Those we’ve lost, gained, and found.
I hope they know they’re missed.
I’ve not been allowed to be who I am, no.
The world keeps changing, and sub rosa, I’m missing.
It’s under my skin, sub-strata, and seldom seen.
But if my feelings could speak… Oh, how I miss them.
You can reach out across the miles
And even across the space of the years,
Reach out. Re-connect. Let them know you’re here.
Through the years of lies and stories,
We hope to get better. Find some missing glory.
To be loved. Enjoyed. Wished for. Wanted.
Found! We’re here. We’ve not left. Missing you know who.
Before I’m through
A special thought for you
Don’t be the one to expect others to come,
Rather, be the one willing to go and connect.
You may be the missing one…
