The best new years’ eves for me
looking back through this herb tea
were not the drunken parties
of my roaring twenties,
dressed like some gleaming doll
(though the costume design was fun and all)
but were rather when sister and I were small
banging pots and pans
along the hall
Happy new year! For one and all!
On the street at the stroke of 12
listening to neighbours cheer and yell
one small family, together with the world
singing songs, reading books,
but the laughter
and the smiles
and the love that reverberated for miles
—it’s the simple things that stand
the test of time.
This was inspired by PoojaG’s post “New Years Tag” on her blog LifesFineWhine, based on the prompt which was started by Jususluvsall’s original New Years’ Tag post. The post chain asks recipients to share a favourite new year’s memory, which I thought was a beautiful idea.
This was the first memory that sprang to mind. In Canada this is what families do — or at least, where I grew up — we bang pots and pans on the street at midnight. Or maybe that was just my own funny little family? Or neighbourhood? Not really sure. But it was fun.
Feel free to take this theme and run with it; will love to see your posts if you make any. Lots of love, and cheerful pot-clanging wishes,
“Lia” ~ LiaThePoet ❤️ 🎉