It's Advent,
and there are more arrivals
than that of sweet baby Jesus:
the train of memory drops them off,
one by one, as it circles the tree--
pets and playmates,
classmates and cousins,
parents and neighbors,
siblings and colleagues,
dreams and regrets,
loss and healing...
all that I'd love
and misplaced,
back again to visit,
come home,
as the train comes round again,
as the year turns,
as the season slides silently by.
Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.