Don't Forget to Feed the Fish

This Xmas,
I’d like to put
up a tree in my heart,
instead of hanging presents.
I’d put names of all my friends.
Close friends & not so close friends.
The old friends, new friends. Those I see
every day & ones I rarely see. The ones that
I always remember & the ones I sometimes forget.
The ones that are always there & the ones that seldom are.
The friends of difficult times & the ones of happy times. Friends
who, without meaning, I have hurt, or without meaning, have hurt me.
Those that I know well & those I only know by name. Those that owe me
little & those that I owe so much. My humble friends & my important friends.
The names of all those that have passed through my life no matter how fleetingly.
A tree with very deep roots, very long, strong branches so that their names may
never be plucked from my heart. So that new names from all
Over may join the existing ones. A tree with pleasant shade so that our friendship
May take a moment of rest from the battles of life. May
the happy moments of Xmas brighten every day of your New Year.
With love from Dim xxx
In the spirit of Christmas and global socialisation, this tree imparts a message of hope and extends a hand of friendship. Many thanks to all who have encouraged, enlightened and entertained me on my writing odyssey this last year. It's been enthralling but it's time to take a wee break now before launching myself off the house roof with a new set of wings, ready to fly through 2012.
So until I get to blog again, have a tremendous festive season, restful break and productive New Year. Oh yeah, and can someone feed the fish for me now and then. Cheers.
MERRY CHRISTMAS

Comments

Karen Tyrrell said…
Hi Dimity,
Love your little Christmas tree poem full of hope and friendship.
Thanks Dimity for being my friend and supporting me this year.
Wishing you a restful holiday and a tremendous 2012.
Cheers,
Karen :)
7 December 2011 at 05:09
Jody said…
Hi Dim,
Love the poem, made me smile as I read it! X
7 December 2011 at 08:41
DimbutNice said…
Yes very apt isn't it Karen? It has been a true pleasure getting to know you more this year. I expect even bigger and better things from you in 2012 (work wise)that is ;-) Friendship wise you are already there. :-D
8 December 2011 at 09:15
DimbutNice said…
I'm glad Jody. It's all worth remembering, and not just at this time of year...
8 December 2011 at 09:16
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