Delivering laundry, I pause at the door
of your room, survey this soft stuff of life:
a week’s worth of clothes on the floor,
dresser candy-littered with hairbands,
loom bracelets, a jewelry stand.
Your shelves full with trip souvenirs,
cute animal books, silk-flower fairies
forlorn in fine dust. On your desk,
a sheet of paper covered in schoolgirl’s best
writing: lyrics of a boy-band song. Against the wall,
the fashion doll, wigless, in her Barbie-house bed;
her friends in a box (farewells left unsaid?).
I glance up at the skylight, festooned with scarves
and framed by December frost. I sigh for all
that is gained and lost in a year’s time.
You haven’t asked for toys this Christmas.
Inspired by Red Wolf Poems’ We Wordle 32. With the words fly, dust, song, puff, toy, frost, soft, fairies, lost, life, door, the poem pretty well wrote itself.
Oh, the ending caught me by surprise. So lovely, and heartfelt. I think you should stick this poem into her Christmas stocking!
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Thank you. The stocking idea makes me smile! I wonder how she’d react…
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“I glance up at the skylight, festooned with scarves
and framed by December frost. I sigh for all
that is gained and lost in a year’s time.
You haven’t asked for toys this Christmas.”
These lines in particular are just too good. Lovely poem.
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Thank you. The word list was irresistible and took me right there.
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Oh….sigh, this is so tender and bitter-sweet…I’m getting ready for these kinds of things, too…my first will be eight this January so I think-hope-that it will be a while still…
Beautiful descriptions…you pulled me right into the scene with your words and emotions. 🙂
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Thanks so much for reading. My youngest (#3) turns 11 this month…I think she has held on to her childhood pretty well, but…sigh.
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Oh, 11…I remember 11…sigh indeed. Here’s to holding on to those beautiful childhood threads. ♥
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Really like your poem, especially the last two lines.
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Thank you, Sabra!
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Cleverly done.
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Thanks!
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Ooo. Don’t they know better than to get older?! Very strong sense of place, ordinariness, surprise and reflection. “farewells left unsaid?” — heartbreaking.
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It’s a transition that’s hardest with the youngest, I guess. I think that “farewells” line was tugging out some other things…
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Yes. That is what I found, too. It marks a huge transition for the whole family, and for you. Enjoy every stage!
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I’m grandmother to six boys so I’ve been through the last lines of your poem. Time just seems to go too fast. You wove the words beautifully – lovely, sweet, tender poem. I agree with Misky – hope you surprised her with your poem in her stocking.
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I will give it to her some day! Thanks for reading and for your very kind comment.
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