T’was at Dad's funeral, sad to say
That all family ties were last on display
With Reindeer and Snowmen, Christmas trees too,
In reds and greens, even in blue.
All tightly knotted, proud as can be
Our family ties were a sight to see
Time passed, knot's slipped, the ties became loose
And before long, they felt like a noose
But Father Time's helping, along with our Dad,
To relearn the knots, that made us so glad
So let's all hope, in the coming new year
Knots will re-tighten, by all we hold dear
With love and full Windsor, we'll cherish the day
When all the Family Ties are back on display.
Wow ..thank you again for your interest,...
I'll revisit it in the coming nights... G
A clever idea. the full Windsor moment is excellent and sends you back to the beginning to start again. Noting your dialogue with Steven - One of the benefits of this site is the kind feedback and support shown by our fellow poets. I rewrote part of my latest one based in input that way and it's a better poem for it. Its equally acceptable to leave it where the muse took it in the first place or you could be tinkering for ever
It's only with the appearance of Windsor, I re-read the ties, and things fall into place.... I do like it when such puzzles are laid before the reader, who unravels the knots after reading the last couplet. I like the sentiment, love the image, and its unfolding (untying?!). To this old curmudgeon, the metre/rhythm is vital, and that is dependent on the syllable count for each line being equal, which means playing with the order of words (or the alternative synonyms) to fix that. Then I would have a brilliant poem - and rhyme, though important with this form, is at its best when it flows naturally and unforced. But that's my style; it may not be yours. The…