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Dan Yates Poem
Christmas In A Small Town
Christmas in a small town, is nothing like the others
All your family lives there, your sisters and your brothers.
Old tales are told again, yet we always seem to laugh
Is there any truth to them, sometimes only half.
We gather round the fireplace, made to keep us warm
With a cup of cider, that’s always been the norm.
Don’t let the fire go out, throw on another log
Be careful when you get it, don’t step upon the dog.
Dinner’s on the table, we’re all seated at our place
When it’s finally quiet, father can say grace.
Thirty minutes later, you can hear a sigh
Though we may be stuffed, there’s always room for pie.
The men head to the parlor, the women do the dishes
The grown-ups share old memories, the children share their wishes.
Mother loves the carols, so she breaks out in a song
Knowing that it won’t take much, for us to sing along.
The tree is filled with ornaments, made in grammar school
By all the family members, today they still look cool.
Underneath the Christmas tree, are gifts of every size
When Grandma opens hers, tears always fill her eyes.
Darkness fills the sky, as we grab our coats to go
Knowing we could walk home, through the blowing snow.
It seems we just arrived, my, how time does fly
Hugs and tears are shared, as we say ‘Good bye.’
As we walk out to the car, I turn and raise my hand
And wave once more to those, who still live upon this land.
I see them standing hand in hand, just inside the door
Grateful for my small town, where love is so much more.
Copyright © Dan Yates | Year Posted 2015
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Dan Yates Poem
My Light
I made it through another day, sometimes I wonder how
Then his face appears before me, with the raise of one eyebrow.
Stress falls from my shoulders, anxiety departs
Peace makes its way through my veins, until it finds my heart.
I remember years ago, I was living on a string
Every guy that I met, was sure to be my king.
No matter what I gave them, they always wanted more
When they had their fill, they walked right out the door.
Then one day he came along, not proud, nor was he bolder
He wasn’t even six feet tall, didn’t have broad shoulders.
But what he had was new to me, respect and gentleness
And with his sense of humor, my heart was now a mess.
Things still happened in my life, that could cause a frown
Didn’t matter what it was, he was still around.
I was tense, what could I do, on my sleeve I felt a tug
I turned to look, there he was, and he gave to me, a hug.
The car might die, the kids would challenge, no one seemed to care
When I finally looked around, he was always there.
He’d calm my nerves, hold me tight, assure me with his smile
Never did he doubt me, no, that’s not his style.
He’s taught me to be strong, if I’d give myself a chance
Be the first one on the floor, when it’s time to dance.
But if I need him, he’ll be there, on my left or on my right
No matter when the darkness comes, he will be my light.
Copyright © Dan Yates | Year Posted 2015
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