Author Adelaide Green

It’s hard to find the want to write.

Holidays your hole feels bigger.

Days it feels like time is standing still.

I miss your love for a big family meal,

good wine, good desserts.

Your laugh bounced off the walls.

Filled our ears and our hearts.

The meals never seemed to end.

None of us wanted to leave the table.

Now we get together and the meals are small.

They are short and dont last long.

Everyone downs the food and heads for the door.

Time moves slowly but not in the same way it use to.

We would all scoff wondering how it had been three hours already.

But now an hour feels like four.

I am grateful the holidays have ended so time can go back to how it was before.