The Inkwell: The Best Gift
By Avery H.
Nostalgia drifts through the air as the holidays near,
With sweet memories comes fear.
The past is sweet, but its edges sting,
Looking back and missing every little thing.
The laughter that echoed around the table,
Things are hard and don’t feel stable.
The holidays shimmer, yet something feels bare,
A silence that lingers where you were once there.
Every tradition we keep is the same,
But it still hurts to remember your name.
Though there is joy, there is this hurt,
A longing that lingers a weight in the dirt.
The candles still glow, the songs still play,
But a piece of the season has faded away.
The warmth of the fire, the gifts we prepare,
Can’t fill the absence of you not being there.
Time doesn’t heal, it reshapes the pain,
Turning the sharp memories into a steady rain.
As we laugh and cry looking back at the past,
We have to remember that nothing lasts.
So we will hold onto the memories,
The good and the bad, the joys and the pleas.
And cherish your legacy, both happy and sad,
because knowing you was the best gift I’ve ever had.