A Christmas Memory
So this is Christmas in the big city
The day long coming and going in the cold
To stand around a tree reverently
Untouched by the yearnings of the fold
How beautiful are the stores now
The windows sparkle with festive lights
Despite the rude and ugly snow plow
And yonder hawk's quiet and circling flights.
And all the while endless sadness of songs
Where there should be bleating and crowing
And the parcel laden endless pushing throngs
Far from my Knoxwood and cattle lowing
Far from the sound of cricket on the green
So far away from mother making all clean
And the busy stirrings of kitchen and mails
Daily expectations that her son's card
Lend more light to her fading sight, hard
Yearnings that postman's empty sack impales.
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