The Christmas Lights
Driving past the illuminated houses
Reds, blues, and greens twinkle brightly.
I hold his hand as we admire their beauty.
We pick out our favorites on this cold clear night.
We sing along happily to Rudolph and Santa Baby
as the giant snowmen and reindeer guide our path.
I know I shouldn’t but I glance behind me
at the empty dark back seat.
I can almost see you in your car seat.
I imagine you smiling at all the lights.
Maybe singing along with us to the radio.
Or perhaps the car ride would have lulled you to sleep.
I can imagine you so vividly it’s hard to believe
that you don’t yet exist.
As I squeeze his hand tighter he smiles
and kisses my cheek.
But I wonder if he ever worries too
that many Christmases from now
It will still be just the two of us
looking at the Christmas lights.
Is this poem describing an upcoming baby to be born? Or a parent who is gone? The description is beautiful. I only can’t figure out who is that person in the empty back seat…