A Long December


Subtlety is neither my subconscious’ nor my favorite radio station’s strong point.

December brings with it Jim’s birthday-that-should-have-been, holidays with empty places and spaces, and a host of bittersweet family memories.

A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last . . . .


The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls . . . .


I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower . . . .


And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass


About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2021 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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5 Responses to A Long December

  1. A M says:

    We miss him, too — thank you for your words and remembrances — how beautiful.

  2. Karen M says:

    Your words are eloquent, as usual…Happy Holidays Stephanie

  3. scillagrace says:

    Don’t know the song, but the line “the smell of hospitals in winter” gets me right in the heart. My Jim died in February; we watched the Super Bowl on the cardiac lobby screen during a blizzard a few weeks before. December is the month for ‘crying-at-the-drop-of-a-hat-for-no-apparent-reason’. I get it. Tomorrow I go visit the kids for mutual winter solace. Looking forward to that!

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