Memento id

We live in the now
and dissect a second.
Where memories kowtow
when life’s chores beckon.

But, memories dismembered
come back reborn.
Now, December
with each new morn.

Mementos abound
to smile and reflect.
Those who are around
and those we neglect.

So, here I’m seeing
my Christmas tree aglow.
As memories flood my being
of all the yesterdays, I know.

MERRY CHRISTMAS.

©TPuma/Xmas/XXVI.