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Sun 8 Dec, 2002 03:25 pm
my hot toddy sits
full of fine liquer
sweet and pungent,
strong and stident
it warms the senses.
smells of holly and pine beckon
yeast bread bakes in a oven
ham and turkey left overs
treats for the dog and cat
under a tree, packages
all a glitter
foiled wrapped
bows of satin
wait to be opened
glee and delight forseen
towers of anticipation
piled high
in the deep back branches
almost hidden
the small face peers out from
a hand made cardboard ornament
face beautiful in its' darkness
serene and smooth
Madonna of a thousand moons
still
quiet
patient
watches me
as I unwrap my gifts
love in her eyes
this mail order foster child
unwrapped, the cashmere sweater
like her eyes
is a soft dark dusky black
I ask if somehow
someone
has remembered the receipt
thinking it won't fit
not my heart, anyway
it is sparkles in the dark eyes
I wish to see
all lit up like this Christmas tree
to see her mother slice bread
spread with honey and smooth butter
to fill a mouth instead
of my securities
it makes me angry, these eyes
peering from deep dark branches
her infant sister to die from hunger
as her father sold her older brother
for a sack of rice
I drink my buttered rum
to forget
my laughter brittle
to hang on a tree
of helpless rage
I turn and ask who will
carve the turkey on such
a joyful day
great poem sweetpea, i like your avatar as well.
Excellent poem, sweetpea. It has so much depth and feeling. Thanks for sharing with us.
thank you, both, very much....
sweetpea
Wonderful strong images for taste, olfactory, and sight, but it's the use of irony at the end that really hits hard and drives home the message. Well done.
sweetpea
very lovely, moving.
dupre
nice commentary
reading and reflecting. being reminded to light the candles of memory.
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