At this time of year, our thoughts turn to those we love. It is a time of coming home, of sharing the holidays with those closest to us, of celebrating love and connection. This song by the Beatles really pings my heart. I do my gift-wrapping to the Beatles, especially John Lennon, sometimes pausing to do a little step-and-hobble across the room. Smiles.
It seems we spend a lot of time looking back, as the decades roll by. We do our remembering, sometimes with chagrin, at times with regret, but most often with nostalgia, for the worst of times back then have, hanging over them, the golden shine of youth: all that hope and promise, all those dreams, before our hearts got too broken, years when we still believed they could be healed if just the right love came along.
Take us back to the people you remember, the places of homecoming at Christmas: places of the heart, places of arrival, the places that grew you up, blew you apart, then mended you again. If you don't celebrate Christmas, it can be a homecoming for whatever celebration brings you and your dear ones together.
Maybe there was a person back there of whom you can say, in reverie: “I loved you more.”
I am really looking forward to reading your poems!