Dec. 19 - Three Generations

*** December 19th ***

Three Generations

Time to put the lights up again

… “Momma, when’s Christmas?”

Get the wreath on the door

… “Soon, my dear. When the snows fly.”

Find the tree

… “When will that be?”

Before the snow falls

… “Not so long now.”

Christmas will soon be here

… “Will we go see Grandpère?”

Grandchildren at my door

… “Of course, my dear.”

Small faces, mouths open in awe

… “Is it time, yet?”

Running around in sheer delight

… “Just about.”

Sit on my lap, keep me warm

… “I can’t wait, to sit with him in the rocking chair.”

Remind me of me when I was young

… “To hear his stories of when he was like me.”

Always a question at the ready

… “I like those stories too.”

And how they listen

… “What was it like when you were young?”

To hear your old stories

… “Now that’s a story for Grandpère to tell.”

And how they lean in

… “Is it time to go, now?”

And hug you so dearly

… “Yes, my dear. It’s time to go.”

And how they hold that place in your heart

… Finally! Off to Grandpère's for Noël.

*** Poem in Contrapuntal Form ***