As my Christmas Gift to you all I am posting 3 new poems...including a "Christmas poem" that follows. I hope you all have had a good and warm time...I are getting ready for a huge Lasagna dinner, and enjoying the quiet. much love SR65 X
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STORY
She was big as can be, you see
Heavy and tired, with him
Kicking all night
The trip to see the taxman
To pay up and be counted
We started off as two
And ended up as three
The census was confounded.
“Is this my crown?” she screamed
She was so young then
He was so good. He walked along and let me lean
I was heavy and tired, with him
Kicking all night
A pain ran through my body,
From hands to feet and back,
And a ring of sweat beading round my head
Is this my crown? I screamed,
Now that’s a joke.
And us not yet married,
But not til then…
We started off as one and ended up as two.
I can’t remember so much anymore but…
But not til then…
We looked for somewhere to stop.
And me with a Nile inside about to break and wash
Up our little fish, our little lamb.
It was too late, no one would take us,
We sat in a barn thinking of what to do.
Joseph chewed a straw.
Then he was so young.
His hands were still soft,
And I loved every inch
Of flesh that held the
Best of souls.
Not til then did I know, for sure for
Certain…
When he finally came, and it took many
Hours I lay on the straw in my gore
I looked into the face of that body
The most beautiful face in the world
She looked into the face of that body the most
Beautiful face in the world, and was silent.
I wondered what she was thinking.
Then we were so young, so moved about
So shuffled and shifted but in the light of God
We thought, In the light of God.
He was so small, so pink in the warm night
I looked at that part of myself that is a miracle,
I thought, “This is my glory, this is my crown
This is my burden, this is my pain.”
I guess all mothers think that.
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