Hush of Xmas Past
To rush down the stairs of pure excitement
and spill onto the floor of packaged gifts
Wanting to open each cherished present
Only to find new clothes, the emotion shifts
To live in worlds of a child's fantasy
as they dream of things that can't be obtained
To grapple with truth, a learned capacity
One a disappointed child can't sustain
This is the past of a hushed Christmas
When spaces lived in were trodden and poor
Where there was comfort in love's surplus
and our lives were before us to explore
To have lived through a time, when love was all
Even if presents of clothes, were all we saw
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12/11/14
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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