This week I had to do a poem that took some sort of physical shape. I decided on doing a tree...
Silence
The
silence
of
the
early
morning
just before
their footsteps
clamber down the
flight of stairs: Soon
they tear into the bright
colored packages of red and
green while exultations of unbridled
joy echo against the garland-strung walls.
Someone will turn on the music
now, and we all join in on the chorus,
reminding ourselves that without a doubt
the most important part of the day is spending
it with the people we love. Hugs and kisses freely
exchanged with the people who traveled from far away
and everyone is smiling, everyone is happy, everyone is loved.
And still, throughout the bustle of the season, my absolutely favorite
moment is the first one. That perfectly silent one
where the house hasn’t yet realized the time. The treelight
flickers warmly, reflecting off the shiny wrapped boxes below,
holding treasures yet to be discovered. All the children safely nestled,
as the poem says… and while they dream I have a chance to relish in the quiet
calm that doesn’t last for very long – but long enough for my lungs to fill with the
breath and
beauty of
Christmas
morning.
Jessica Baldwin
©2011
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