For Christmas Eve Poetry Friday, I thought I'd share a video. Check it out! Then head on over to A Year of Reading for roundup!
and here it is in print:
Love Poem with Christmas Lights
That first Christmas without
your mother, I watched you unpack
a box marked Decorations.
First you unfurled the crumpled garland,
straightened the plaid ribbon
and worked to reshape the swag
into something resembling evergreen.
Then you set about repairing
the broken hooks on plastic ornaments,
broken plastic attached to intact hooks.
And when the Christmas lights failed
to blink, even after you removed
the busted bulbs and twisted
new ones in their place, you shook
your head and said, I can’t fix this.
Then you gently placed the lights
back inside the box, gathered wrench
and ratchet, began to build our son a bike.
- Irene Latham
from THE COLOR OF LOST ROOMS