In the days of long Ago

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.


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    Nizy said,

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      beebeesworld said,

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    simon7banks said,

    “As if to purge ourselves”… powerful.

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    Antoine said,

    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

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