For many years I was a foster parent. There were times I would have given anything for a few moments to myself.
The holidays were hectic. After all the children were grown and away, I wrote this poem. It shows that the peace and quiet that we crave, is not always what it is cracked up to be, so please, take a moment to reflect on your blessings and enjoy the holidays to the fullest! Take time to count your bessings and the true meaning of the holidays.
This year we're having an ELEGANT Christmas,
The tree will stand majestically
Adorned in all it's finery
With no small hands endangering it's ornamants.
This year we're having an elegant Christmas
The table tops will gleam
No glitter losing, home made ornaments
To mar their finish.
No plaster cast hand prints
To scratch the wax.
This elegant Christmas will see,
The best lace table cloth remaining unspotted.
The fine crysal and China
Replacing the paper and plastic.
This elegant Christmas won't see
Wrappings from one end of the house to the other
And, we will be able to sleep
Past 5 A.M.
This year guests will wear
Suits and ties and fancy dresses
And exhibit perfect tables maners
befitting mature adults.
This year we're having
An Elegant Christmas
But at it's end, when the last good-bye has been said
I will put away the crystal and the china
The lace table cloth
And tidy the already neat gifts
And sit for a moment staring at
The still magestic tree
And my hand will caress
the table top, unconsiously
brushing away imaginary dust
And as I peer down,
All the gleaming surface will reflect
Is a mournful face, eyes filled with yearning
For other times.
Times to harried to enjoy to their fullest.
And finally the wax finish
Will be marred.
Not with by glitter losing hand made ornaments
But....with my silent tears.
Soaring Heart
copyright
December 2003
Written with love for all the wonderful 'hectic' times I was so blessed to have!
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