Christmas Nostalgia Poems

Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk...

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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what...

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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog
Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees
My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front...

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I bought a card for Christmas 
To post it to a friend:
A school day friendship
Together we had spent.
Playing on the field 
Eating in some cafe
Walking...

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Beneath the mantel's alabaster gleam
Where verdigris flames pirouette, in cerulean ballet's beam...
We gather close—a familial love—
In hallowed halls where chimes of crystal laughter, stream.
Amid the...

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Christmas was really rocking                     ...

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An old kitchen dresser
stood against a wall
in the shed. Its drawers were full
of things that kept a small boy
occupied for hours. 
Retired kitchen gadgets,
tools, balls...

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Summer's hunter-green fields yielded to autumnal beige
and vermillion,
soon came the frosted air and cardinals singing in
snowy pine boughs.
Deer shyly emerged from woodlands edge for feed
families...

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In the fifties we girls could not wear pants
Unless it was bitter cold, then a temporary grant.
We wore them under our dresses in freezing drool
But...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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On my daily commute
              I lay down my paper to dream
 of...

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late November air,
crisp
pale with the steamy breath of borderless joy
for children who sit curbside
bundled in the bulk of layers softening cold
children (mitten heavy) 
 ...

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Knee ‘Asia claimed she was Bohemian, but we called her hippie.
That was my folks, she told us. They were rather loose and dippy.
We saw her...

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Revving Up Life

Half asleep by my window
watching swirling snow
outside - memories drift
like a slide show, pictures
of my youth so long ago,
almost as real to me...

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Jewellery, stylish pens, paper hearts, nostalgic figurines,
Memories of holidays spent in my grandmother's place,
Cherishing purple checker box with snowflakes, praying for same things....

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