While muffled giggles drift upstairs at dawn,
I cover my head, longing for reprieve.
But then remember that one Christmas Eve,
The whispered voices, grown, will all be gone.
I do not cry, instead I have to smile,
And rise to join the gleeful merriment.
Around the mixer, flour and measurement,
Add eggs and love, and bake it for a while.
Smells waft from the kitchen, spicy, rich,
Which give loving memories to cherish,
Of gatherings of families and friends,
And moments of bear-hugs and laughter which,
Cause years of ill-will and tears to perish,
Happiness and good living from amends.
Callahan's Collaboration
December 1999
David DGBREWER
Vickie MIDUSTOUCH
JP JP8
Chad SHEAR2
Gwen PUNSTERGAL
Lou ROSE8364
Dick ERUMELIA |
