you will learn to read colours
and the faces of clocks
and trace the fairy rings
around the moon
and sing to your grandparents
in the living room
with your sister
and you in matching sashes
gingham taffeta
you will choose each year
the treetop instant:
angel or Star
and this will make you feel
like an important person
and eat the ice cream with
the banana appeal, the hershey's syrup
generously spilled on vanilla
hills in a little blue bowl
the fields of whipped cream
and it will seem
you never can grow old
to be held in such esteem
and then you will
and dream one day
it all will start again
with the bread and butter pickles
on the sandwiches
the rich piano sounds resounding
and the late late movies
when you got to stay up late
because the next day wasn't school;
past your bedtime, child
and very Christmas at the gates!
mary angela douglas 18 march 2016
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