I don't celebrate Christmas, but this time of year takes me back to some of my earliest childhood memories. Here is a free form poem I wrote several years ago concerning that time in my life.
As a coy young child,
I met Cora
Who played the zither
And sang sacred songs.
She spoke of miracles
And told a tale
Of angels
Who healed her
At the brink of death.
I don’t remember
Her face;
I only remember
Her hands
And
Her voice.
Cora was quite old.
She said she knew God.
My mom was a Lutheran,
And dad ___
‘Sorta’ Catholic.
My grand mom,
She fed me spaghetti.
The pasta was great,
But those pictures
And statues
Of a woman in blue
With a halo
And a heart
Poking out of her chest
Seemed
Kind of
Weird.
My grand mom said,
“This is our lady___
Mary
The mother of God.”
She never indicated
As to how they were acquainted.
I didn’t ask.
My mom,
She took us to Sunday school;
I learned of the small and the mighty.
I found out
About
Hell!
No need to worry;
When I was a babe
They gave me a bath.
I was told
The water
Quenches
The fire;
Later,
You get
Wings.
I thought I knew about God.
Then,
One Christmas
At church,
In a live nativity scene,
My mom played Mary.
She had no halo;
She had no heart
Poking out of her chest;
But,
She did have a glow
Emanating
Onto her face
As she stared adoringly
Into the manger.
After the play
I ran up to see
The baby. ___
Jesus was a light bulb!
I didn’t get to meet God that day.
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