Lost Hidden or Stolen

It was stolen the moment he arrived.
The phone call left me shaken.
I rushed into the room and gasped.
Others crowded around as wide-eyed as I.
We couldn't believe who we were seeing.
The bundle was unwrapped, laid bare.
Its contents found in the arms of his mother.
My heart was stolen by this tiny creature.
Full of love
I viewed my first grandchild for the first time.

Christmas Cards/Paper Friends

Reliving the past through
Year-old Christmas cards,
I compose this year's list
from paper friends.

Poinsettas, trains, carolers,
Mangers, snowman and pines
Convey "Season's Greetings"
Messages added in ink.

Annual news and photos
Highlights of months behind
Reminders of my life
With old friends.

Scanning aging faces,
Children as adults,
Reports of families expanding
Familiar voices speak.

Empty nesters, blanded families,
Grandparents, grandbabies,
Weddings, births, death
Similar lives shared.

Annual connection to faraway friends
Recalls former times.
Their frozen faces await
Christmas letters and photos

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