Poem for the New Year

On New Year’s Eve

© by Mollie Pearce McKibbon



At the final stroke of midnight

The champagne corks were popped,

The confetti bags exploded

And all the music stopped.

Sounds of joy resounded

Throughout the neighbourhood

With high-fives, hugs and kisses

We all did what we could

To welcome in the New Year

And send the spent one out.

We’d had enough of that year

Of this there is no doubt.



I’ve vacuumed up confetti.

Collected every cork,

Washed a stack of dishes

And every knife and fork,

Rolled up all the streamers,

Brushed the sofas and the chairs.

I’ll close the drapes and lock the doors

Before I go upstairs.



For now the dawn arises.

The celebrants are in bed,

And I’m the only one around

Without a throbbing head.

By mpmckibbon

I am a pastor/writer/illustrator and I am a happily married grandmother. My passions are drawing, painting, writing and making crafts. I write, edit and publish a magazine for hospice patients, and residents of retirement homes and nursing homes.

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