Larry Yap
Tears over Christmas Cheers
Dear Love,
The reason for my birth,
The little of which I hold dear.
As the year draws towards the closing,
like our bakery flipping the signs before locking,
here I am counting the stars towards the day of seeing,
holding, and touching you again.
In the snow I drew the face I used to know,
the smiles we carved on the icy river of Central Park,
in the eyes of my mind I held you tighter as another you leaves,
year, after year, after year, never returning.
I remember the groceries you write me each year,
I don’t need a list any more than I need a reminder to your beauty,
Potatoes, celery, eggs, onion, relish, garlic, but I stopped buying turkey,
Our dear boy is great at preparing that, thankfully.
And yes, my dear, I kept my hair short, the way you liked it,
The beard, however, I kept it longer, I know it makes me look much older,
But I am ready to admit to little Annie that I can be no younger than we were before,
And that makes me look forward to seeing you once more.
I know I promised I to write you lesser, perhaps find love in another,
something I promised you after your departure,
so this is all for this letter, but I missed you.
Merry Christmas, Love.
I love you, forever.
“As I get older, the less I write on my love letter.”
Larry Yap is a lover of words and short rhymes, but with beautiful descriptions. If there's a gift he can give to anyone, it would be Words. Apart from the love of writing, Larry is also a probation real estate agent based in Puchong, Selangor.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Tears Over Christmas Cheers': This is inspired by unending love of old couples, written from the perspective of an old man celebrating Christmas without his wife, but continues to write to her. Dedicated to all who experience a little sadness in the Christmas cheers. (DISCLAIMER: I do not live near to Central Park, nor do I actually own a bakery.)
Dear Love,
The reason for my birth,
The little of which I hold dear.
As the year draws towards the closing,
like our bakery flipping the signs before locking,
here I am counting the stars towards the day of seeing,
holding, and touching you again.
In the snow I drew the face I used to know,
the smiles we carved on the icy river of Central Park,
in the eyes of my mind I held you tighter as another you leaves,
year, after year, after year, never returning.
I remember the groceries you write me each year,
I don’t need a list any more than I need a reminder to your beauty,
Potatoes, celery, eggs, onion, relish, garlic, but I stopped buying turkey,
Our dear boy is great at preparing that, thankfully.
And yes, my dear, I kept my hair short, the way you liked it,
The beard, however, I kept it longer, I know it makes me look much older,
But I am ready to admit to little Annie that I can be no younger than we were before,
And that makes me look forward to seeing you once more.
I know I promised I to write you lesser, perhaps find love in another,
something I promised you after your departure,
so this is all for this letter, but I missed you.
Merry Christmas, Love.
I love you, forever.
“As I get older, the less I write on my love letter.”
Larry Yap is a lover of words and short rhymes, but with beautiful descriptions. If there's a gift he can give to anyone, it would be Words. Apart from the love of writing, Larry is also a probation real estate agent based in Puchong, Selangor.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Tears Over Christmas Cheers': This is inspired by unending love of old couples, written from the perspective of an old man celebrating Christmas without his wife, but continues to write to her. Dedicated to all who experience a little sadness in the Christmas cheers. (DISCLAIMER: I do not live near to Central Park, nor do I actually own a bakery.)