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Half a mind on Christmas

December 25, 2019

For Gladys Hotchkiss

Christmas comes splitting
post, ream or quire,
the Yule log is spitting
with sparks from the fire.
Grandma is sitting
her mind quite a mire
of washdays and knitting
of childhood desire.

Yellows, blues, pinks
a young girl again
coloured gummed links
then a paper chain
of trimmings. She blinks ―
her memories in vain.
Know what she thinks?
Then think again!

From → Poems, Uncategorized

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