Unpacking the Decorations

December breeze holds hints
of your song. The holly is hung;
scents of cedar and pine linger
in every room. I see your smile
in every star that sparkles
the heavens. The seven stages
have long since expired.
I have made peace with your peace.
Every day is a celebration
of what was, what is and what will be. 

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