Slowly, over the course of the week
the house of place of memory
of Christmas cheer, of garland
and glow, of greenery, stockings
wreaths, lights, and sweet Noel
of the babe, the hope, the
joy, the Peace on Earth
slowly, surely, as boxes
yield their treasure
from years of our lives
bangles and baubles,
adoring the tables,
walls, and windowsills
fixed up by her
loving hands
December 8, 2006 21:06
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,050+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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