Best Dedicationhouse Poems
When I think of Christmas
I think of sweet melody
Singing and dancing
Parang, Parang
Family gathering, great unity
Moving from house to house celebrating
Sharing and giving
Mama cooking
Everything finger liking
Party of the year
T&T Christmas
I'm on the avenue.
On the left a house –
at the corner above -
figures of stone,
on the right – a bookstore...
A book. Yours! I'm glad.
Not seen you for ages!
I leaf it over, reading intently –
You bury yourself in a verse.
An image arises.
Time bygone,
Eternity come
beckons a poet
in marble and lines –
as a book on a shelf
not as a needle in the haystack –
hide-and-seek:
into pages to merge into rhymes
from petty sum, from cruel fate.
Poetry – element.
News is reproach –
a lump in the throat.
The house at the corner,
up on the right –
a woman of stone
and two children.