If there was time-traveling, this is it
fingers lingering over embossed letters
on cheap hallmark cards --
Christmas has come, rejoice!
And in the corner scrawled out by
an arthritic hand
a declaration of love
echoing sentiments long past.
I remember when I last saw her
her eyes red and watery
magnified by huge spectacles.
And she knew, unlike I,
that Advent had passed
and now was the time for Lent.
She squeezed me with bony arms and said goodbye
with an unexplained apology
that she wouldn't be there next Christmas
and I told her that she shouldn't worry,
that I would be there, waiting for her