1 Past Time
Mom sitting there
The balls of wool
Knitted with care
Stitches of love as Yule
Draws near
Dad scratches his head
And asks us the word
His pencil sharp
The crossword grid
Half down
Two across
He studies the thesaurus
Another word for for love
Anticipation his guide
Sister lays on the floor
Crayons scattered
Color abounds
In careful strokes
Her choices make
Art of blank lines
And Saint Nick’s
Huge sack of wishes
She wants
The music we listen to
Spills from an old LP player
And in silence we are content
Each to their own
As our favorite songs
Sing carols and hymns
Of sweet bells
Pipe organ might
Choirs delight
And I pass my time
Reading a favorite book
Again, again, again
For each time it speaks
A new message
To me
And I dream of the day
My words will take you away writing here…
