Traditions

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She has our crushed boxes
of wedding pictures
and our Christmas decorations –

our cheap jewels brought out
on a shortened day –
a day requiring a ladder

to help us lug up
our November weights of Sussex
that bonfire costume crate

pushed through our knocked out
loft’s gape
and exchanged for seasonal stuff

This will be my first Christmas
without our hung reminders –
without her late anniversary card

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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