My heart was drained dry
As the house emptied for the last time
And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why
It’s the natural rise and fall, I suppose
That’s the way the holidays always go
Set and prep get ready to show
But in an instant a stifling quiet takes hold
Maybe it’s the price of getting old
The unfolding story being over-told
Where there were once 24 now 3 remain
Admittedly it’s more of an ache than a pain
Unchanging routine, but never the same
93 years and I’m part of that story
But oh isn’t it to God be the glory
In this moment I’m told not to worry
But time is changing; escaping from me
No longer that little girl on Santa’s knee
Just a hollow spot near a glistening tree
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