The Gift Giver #Christmas #giving #generosity #children

 

Generous the soul that gives

what little he possess

in such a manner shed a light

gave life’s gift away

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~Some stories are easier to tell in prose~

There was a boy neither old nor young he had two little sisters.

He wasn’t strong nor was he weak but always a protector.

There came a season barren, cold his family had but little

warmth  they always had, the holidays were special .

I’d known this boy about  a year

a leader one day it was clear.

His challenges were plenty

disability one of many

bad was the year and business worse

 our family agreed these children had worth.

Mine gathered from under the tree

they’d learned kindness and generosity

we took these gifts that Christmas Eve

Six children danced with joy and glee

That little boy looked to my son

 eyes full of glimmers and fun

 what he loved most with to play

 A big heart he gave this thing away.

I remember Leon at this season

knowing his struggles had a reason

 

And with Leon, we celebrate the greatest gift giver of all times…

” For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”

Isaiah 9:6

 

Wishing a Merry Christmas to Family and Friends near and far!!!!

 

Bright are the Bows Brighter the Memories #thepast #poetry #holidays

“Life’s memories are like packages with bright bows” ~ L. Moon

gifts

I look at you from north, south, east, and west

like a cat I watch you and wait

sitting on the edge of expectation

don’t pretend that you are inert

you who shine with brilliant colors

holding poignant the past

underneath your cheerful bow

it is all I can do to be patient

“don’t shake the box”

I hear a cherished voice

one I thought I would never lose

every gift you wrapped

was filled with thought

down to a holly sprig or jolly elf

perched on top of the bow

what is inside this time?

recollections do play tricks

and you have to accept the mix

of jovial, spicy and sad

I’d rather not hear the crunch of paper

like the dead leaves of winter

I’d rather look at my reflection

of a much younger me

in precious grey old eyes

and remember the

Christmas Memory

Merry Christmas to each of you. May the songs that you hear and the scents that permeate your world bring you memories to keep you warm!!!

7 Days of Christmas #2 #Christmas #poetry

moose skate

Monday there was much to do

coordinate Christmas gifts and more

so many families this year

line of presents out the door

a volunteer sweetly smiled

I wished her all the best

and as we rested from the day

an envelope she had left

inside the flap were crisp new bills

I couldn’t believe my eyes

and so came my first of tears

I lifted praises to the skies

Tuesday was delivery day

so much for us to do

so tired at the end of it

kids slept the whole night through

I thought I heard a knock so late

upon our darkened place

in stocking feet I shuffled there

you should have seen my gaze

our porch was filled with gifts and  such

such an amazing sight

a turkey, foods and Christmas stuff

they shimmered in the light

So thankful I was for these things

my kids would be so thrilled

I still hold closely to my heart

this Christmas miracle

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This is part two of three posts about a Christmas miracle that happened when my children were little. My husband and I were in charge of a non-profit that provided needs to the needy in our county. We managed to live on very little but never had extra money for socks and shoes and definitely not Christmas trees, ribbon and gifts.Our own families were very poor so they could not help us. I believe the catalyst for this 7 day miracle was the prayer of a little boy wanting his sister to have Christmas and the faith to believe it could happen.

Part one here.

Beneath the Tree #2 #Christmas #children #abuse #poetry

winter alley lights

No matter the age

some children anticipate

waiting and hoping

for the Christmas binge

possibilities

a luring hinge

No matter the age

some children know

the contrast between dark and light

snow angels sugary crunch

while snow demons

take what they want

No matter the age

some children experience

cold fingers grasp

tender necks flop

the prayers rise

“make this nightmare stop”

No matter the age

some children awake

Christmas day a shamble

bottles of booze clash

gifts that they stood in line for hours

hocked last night for cash

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These days this child looks forward to Peace at Home,Good Will toward for next generation.

I decided to write a series of poems in (sad) contrast to the traditional Christmas. This is written from the insider’s vantage point.

Beneath the Tree #christmas #poverty #poetry

beneath the tree

We

looked

at pictures

colorful memories

 early morning squeals

mouth-watering scents

and glittery anticipation

this year

tradition shattered

I  looked  at  pictures

tear  fused  with  the ink

unrecognizable monochrome blurs

replaced     the     jolly    scene

journey into

unknown

packages empty

the air was- the same

The  pictures  looked  at me

questions   disturbing   balance

where         are             the?

why aren’t there?

shaking my head

I tossed the picture beneath the space

where the tree would have been

I decided to write a series of poems in contrast to the traditional Christmas. This is written  from the insider’s vantage point.

It wasn’t beneath the tree #Christmas #giving #poetry

beneath the tree

we rarely had a tree

 if we did it was made from pine cones

once my mom made one from tissue paper

it wasnt what was under the tree

it was

a

magic

colorful

 golden glow

perhaps angels

rested for a moment

caroling down our chimney

 maybe the  spirit of Christmas knew

as   the   winds   blew   that   we   had   little

but

warmth and hope

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I’d  scrape my meager earnings as a babysitter

she wouldn’t eat lunch for months

we looked eagerly for discounts

Christmas Eve

 we would fill our little car

with  bags of groceries

one special gift for each family member on the list

I always delivered the gifts personally

I loved to see

Christmas wonder

in the children and parent’s eyes

on Christmas morning we could almost hear the squeals of joy

 the crunch of red and green paper

“Merry Christmas, Mama”

“Merry Christmas child” she said

as the spirit of Christmas warmed our souls

*

This is dedicated to the people who freely give to others. I have, too many times to recall, been the recipient of  kindness during the holiday season. I hope each of you can experience the warm spirit of Christmas this year!

Life’s Path #poetry #photography #Christmas

winter alley lights

 along life’s path

I picked up a pebble

grateful

it was not in my shoe

along life’s path

I picked up a smile

funny thing

it belonged to you!

along life’s path

I felt the dawn

warm rays

filled from within

along life’s path

I held a little hand

attached to a child

with a giggly grin

along life’s path

I stood and fell

but you were faithful

always there

along life’s path

gratitude spilled

on friends who loved

blessed  to care

one tin soldier

I wish each of you who have been in life’s path a warm and happy holiday season. May the blessings flow in 2014!!

Thank you to the talented ladys at Poets United who have provided a year of delightful inspiration. This week’s prompt was Gifts and Blessings.