One day, we gather around the fire,
Eat and sip warm drinks
in thanks for all we have.
The next day, as if to purge ourselves
of any of the warmth of hearth and home.
We awake before dawn.
We rush into the lines of traffic,
the masses of souls pushing each other.
Complain and wait to stroke our credit cards.
Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah!
The bells and the red kettles beside
smiling, shivering volunteers.
I miss the days my grandma remembered.
Hunting a tree in the pasture,
A stocking with fruit and candy,
Eight candles in the night.
Thinking of why we have so much.
Hoping our children remember that one day.
shermangerherd said,
November 24, 2012 @ 9:00 pm
*****
readinpleasure said,
November 27, 2012 @ 6:10 pm
Sweet remembrance
Nizy said,
November 28, 2012 @ 3:39 am
Hey there, I have an award for you over at my place Blogger of The Year 2012 Award here’s the link→ http://nackynice.wordpress.com/2012/11/27/its-your-time-to-shine-blog-of-the-year-2012-award/ Congratulations!
beebeesworld said,
November 29, 2012 @ 3:18 am
Thanks, Nizy-I have one star-i would love to add yours! I will have to figure out how-and get back and recommend some more bloggers-I will keep your post on my board till i can work on it. Best wishes beebeesworld
simon7banks said,
November 28, 2012 @ 8:22 pm
“As if to purge ourselves”… powerful.
Antoine said,
December 3, 2012 @ 2:52 am
Hey there, beautiful poem, it moved me a lot ! Thank you for your words. I’m sure you can read that to your children and that they will remember. The candles still shine in memories. Love and hugs. Antoine
beebeesworld said,
December 5, 2012 @ 2:52 am
thank you, how kind!