Your hand <br />pins the Santa <br /> <br />to the living <br />room door <br /> <br />his belly blossoming <br />into decoration <br /> <br />your eyes alive <br />with Christmas lights <br /> <br />blinking on & off <br /> <br />your laughter lost <br />among balloons <br /> <br />floating in an other world <br /> <br />& yet another Christmas <br /> <br />the same scene re-enacts <br />itself <br /> <br />(without your presence) <br /> <br />presents lolling mutely <br />around the festive tree <br /> <br />each detail crystal clear <br />the dance of your hands...the music of your hair <br /> <br />turning <br />ever <br />turning <br /> <br />sharp as holly <br />drops of blood <br />mimicking its berries <br /> <br />I suck my thumb <br />to staunch the flow <br /> <br />memories red & real <br />as blood <br /> <br />Death sitting in your empty chair.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-laughter-lost-among-ballons-for-junie/
