In Place by Beth Anne Vanderlaan

In Place

by Beth Anne Vanderlaan

It's turning winter

but in Tennessee only the decorations change

As the bells and wreaths went up

you clamped down on my heart

and politely said no thank you

The holly is in place

and each bright red bow is tied

But I am not in place

I am scattered about

like the forgotten autumn leaves

But if you would but

whisper my name

and say what I long to hear

then I too would be in place

to welcome this holiday cheer