Christmas Memories
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Constance La France.
A co-write with Jack Horne and Broken Wings.
Published in Whispers, poetry journal, November 2015.
We walked through Whitleigh, early one winter evening,
many moons ago with the sounds of the Salvation Army Band:
a carol service near the shops and I asked if we could stop.
We joined the jolly carollers and sang Star of Wonder,
the lyrics on a large screen, for those who didn't know them.
A dreary December night, but I recall feeling wonderfully warm:
it seemed to start inside and spread, filling my heart with happiness,
as I held my parents hands, we only sang that one song,
for we were going to gran's but I still smile at my memories,
of a child's first carol service .... and wonder who else remembers.
The snow is falling outside my window, pretty delicate snowflakes,
it is another Christmas Eve, and I want to decorate the tree,
I got the tattered box from the basement that holds the decorations.
Within are all the memories of Christmas pasts,
and in my mind, I can still see all the happiness of yesterdays;
I see my sweet mother cooking and fussing about the house,
and I am helping father with the Christmas tree,
and gran is supervising from her rocking chair.
I touch each old decoration like the finest of lace and weep,
weep for the three angels ... that dwell above.
________________________
November 14, 2015
Free Verse
Submitted to the contest, Must Be Read, sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment