Frost bites through Kildare's darkness as I trace
Memories of home in hamon's sweet steam
San Fernando's parols paint sacred space
While Dublin's tinsel scorns my distant dream
Mama's hands once blessed each Christmas dawn
Not these takeaway meals, bland and tame
Through chapel walls, unfamiliar song
Drowns echoes of the midnight mass we claim
Empty streets wind past dormant gardens here
No procession weaves through bamboo gates
No sampaguita scents the winter air
Like incense rising as my lola waits
Eight hours divide the Christmases I know
One wrapped in frost, one crowned in parol glow
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Categories:
parols, christmas,
Form: Sonnet
Parols
wrapped in gold ,
adorn a church
like tiaras forming
Starlight
Blessings
flame lanterns,
kindling year's dreams
as Manger Babe ushers
Christmas!
Dr. Ram Mehta's Cingku Poem: 2/3/4/6/2
by nette onclaud
11/11/2014
Categories:
parols, celebration, holiday, uplifting,
Form: Cinqku