A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas
The following poem is in loving memory
of our very dear friend, Frank Fritzky,
who went to be with the Lord on April 22nd.
It was written last December
when Frank was receiving hospice care at home.
AT HOLLY’S HOUSE
For Frank & Holly
Fritzky
It’s
always Christmas
at
Holly’s house
Doesn’t
matter what season it is
there
are sure to be reminders
of
that most special time of year—
Bells
and angels, mangers and Santas
and
boughs of holly, of course
I’m
reminded of when I was a child
and
my parents brought us
to
North Pole, New York
in
the Adirondack Mountains
during
August of 1953
We
watched elves making toys
and
took turns sitting on Santa’s lap
We
didn’t need snow
for
it to be Christmas
It
was a sunny, summery
Christmas
day in August!
While
I visited Holly yesterday
to
celebrate her yuletide birthday
she
received a delivery of a 12-foot pine
that’ll
be set up in their spacious living room
with
its high cathedral ceiling
Oh!
Like I said—
there’s
always plenty of
Christmas
going on
at
my friend Holly’s house
even
this year—
with
her husband, Frank
nestled
in a hospital bed
surrounded
by plump pillows
receiving
in-home hospice care
There’s
a tiny gaily decorated tree in view
and
Frank’s wearing a holiday tee shirt
Holly
sings to him, prays for him
and
feeds him little morsels
of
food and sips of juice
with
patience and love that’s
been
flowing over fifty years
Their
children come at various times
each
day to help
Tomorrow
they’ll set up the tree
and
decorate it magnificently
as
they always do
This
Christmas the joy may be tempered
but
there’ll be joy nonetheless
because
the miracle
of
the Birth of Jesus
overflows
in their hearts
which
is why
it’s
always Christmas
at
Holly’s house
Maude
Carolan Pych
by Maude Carolan Pych
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