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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Forgive me little Christmas tree
I won’t be seeing you this year
Though your boughs are so strong
and your lights so very bright
I won’t be unpacking you this night

You hold for me fond memories
of babies born and cats on trees
Old and young with happy smiles
Wobbling toddlers squealing with joy
every time they opened a new toy

Elders reminiscing of relatives
long gone and still missed today
Teenagers on new cell phones
Men connecting their new gadgets
everyone believing Mom is truly magic

The past five years I’ve put you up
little faux Christmas tree mine
Your lights still shine bright as stars
your boughs hold the heavy baubles
But for presents there’s no squabble

Your branches may remain festive
your lights twinkle and shine
The star on top reminds me of why
we all celebrate this sacred day
yet everything else has gone away

There is no music no laughter rings out
no toddlers or puppies running about
not a grandparent or child is around
My kitchen remains stark and clean
not a crumb or bit of a turkey’s wing

Beneath your green staunch branches
not a single present can be found
This year sweet tree of years gone by
my memories alone will be my guide
I’ll spend the day deep within my mind

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Shay’s Word Garden 12/7/22
Using at least three of the following 20 words to create an original poem: bigmouth, Caligula, charmer, coma, devil, exactly, false, heavenly, humdrum, Joan of Arc, joke, miserable, panic, shoplifters, shyness, skinny, stitch, thorn, typical, verse

Miserable devil
a bigmouth charmer
with a typical heavenly
but false New York verse

Promised Joan of Arc
an interview with the emperor
Caligula for exactly her part
skinny with much shyness was she

In a panic and miserable
she hadn’t a stitch
of clothing not humdrum
certainly wouldn’t impress

She joined a bevy
of shoplifters to lift
a new outfit got a thorn
in her foot had to wait outside

In a panic she bolted
was hit by a van
and lay in a coma
such was her poor demise

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Sky beneath me
flow through time
rule with all urgency

Open a channel
to hell or to heaven
within the serial darkness

Within the absence
of time to a pathway
where I no longer miss you

Cellpic Sunday

Hosted by Journeys with Johnbo

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

#2022PICOFTHEWEEK

Hosted by photo challenge ofmariaantonia – Please join me in posting your own photos every Saturday.

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By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt – #289 – ENGRAVE in 23 words

Engrave upon my soul
love’s deep
everlasting communion
of heart

Lest one day
it’s taken away
that I might remember
love’s comforting warmth

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Weekend Sky #82
December 10, 2022
Hosted by Hammad Rais

Red sky marks the setting sun
the brilliant day is gone
A short time I got to see
your beaches and palm trees

Florida my one true home
my heart belongs to you
Someday you will call me back
back to where I belong

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to the RagTag Daily Prompt (RDP) Word – GRACE

My GRACE!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Fandango’s prompt
Do you ever see wild animals?

There are certain times of the week that wild animals are more prevalent in my neighborhood. It’s during these times when I have to be extra cautious about allowing my grandson to play or ride his bike outside my fenced yard. I have to keep my dogs confined to keep them safe as well.

One wrong move and they could be flattened. A loud noise or misconstrued sound and my loved ones could and probably would be viciously attacked.

Over time, I have noticed that the intake of particular plants, herbs, fluids or other extraneous edibles, create a sense of paranoia and even prosecution in these wild creatures, therefore, I’m very careful to keep my beloved dogs and precious grandson inside when the inhabitants, of which there are many; start partying hard in the dilapidated house on the corner. Talk about wild animals!

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – Pinkish
From Sue W and GC

Two years ago you came to me
a tiny thing you were
A little girl from a distant farm
in need of a loving mom

I did not know that you’d become
so very important to me
A furry bundle of energy
looking more like a cub than a pup

Energetic and so inquisitive
yet so very shy and scared
Born into an Amish family
calm and quiet all you knew

Like the sweet pink flowers
you loved to pounce
You blossomed into this beauty
Without you now I would be lost

My little pink harnessed new puppy!