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Christmas Poems: Apology to My Mother at Christmas

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christmas poem Apology to My Mother at Christmas by ll barkat

Apology to My Mother at Christmas

What can I say?

I have always been this way.
You told me to hang the tinsel
strand by strand.

When you turned aside,
my hand
found bundles of silver—

like silver hair waiting to be grasped,
to be touched along its flattened lengths,

and flung. Silver flung!

—L.L. Barkat, author of The Novelist

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  1. I found this so poignant. I remember that flat heavy tinsel. Merry Christmas, Laura.

  2. The Baby in the Barn

    Like these words, you were stolen.
    Symbols beget symbols,
    but these days you are lost in them,
    like a blue flag against a clear sky,
    or desperate breaths in a giant wind.

    Today you would be left in a car,
    while your mother picked up her check
    from the wise men. Things have changed:

    Someone would discover you
    on the scanty farm, the three of you
    huddled among the hungry animals.
    The headlines would read: Baby Found With Pigs!
    You would be rescued by good intentions,
    but function follows fate, the fall comes calling.

    The headlines would read: The Baby in the Barn Left in a Car!
    Abandonment needs its mandalas.

    There were great plans for you that night,
    best you should have kept it quiet, kept the lights low,
    you were warm, in the company of kindness
    and simplicity and love without reason.
    Now, with gold, perfume, and spices, they come for you,
    but distance swallows them. The epiphany is lost,
    in the lights of each new year, on a TV in Louisiana.

  3. Love.

    Merry Christmas, Laura.

  4. Marcy Terwilliger says:

    I enjoyed your poem Richard by adding the kind of life we have today was a most interesting twist. So forgive the one I wrote a bit ago but needed a prompt to share it so.

    The virgin is Mary
    God sent an Angel
    To have tea with her.
    The Angel was a bit colorful
    to say the least.
    He did tell Mary God liked her.
    She would have a baby
    The Angel said Jesus will be his name.
    How do you spell that she asked?
    Never mind he said, let’s sip our tea.
    Month by month her belly grew and grew,
    She looked at Joseph, what are we going to do?
    A donkey he did bring but getting Mary up on it was another thing.
    To Bethlehem we go.
    By the light of a big full moon
    they found their way.
    When it came time to deliver they had
    no place to stay.
    A barn, a stinking barn full of animals, smells of waste, not one clean place.
    A baby boy was born that night, a sky so
    clear and stars so bright.
    Shepherds watching their sheep in the field
    say a clumsy Angel soon appear.
    More Angels leaped from the sky,
    dressed in colored gowns, even some were
    tie-dyed.
    All of a sudden they were clapping their hands and moving with the beat,
    Seems the heavenly host came to meet.
    The Christ child born to save every man.
    Soon Shepherds got wind of it all and into the stable they went, that’s all.
    Then came three Wiseman from afar,
    we saw the star in the east and her we are.
    They fell to their knees, gave gifts of stuff, saw the King of Jews and that was enough.
    With Mary back on the donkey again, this time holding her baby Jesus they all departed. To think all of this started with an Angel and a cup of tea, this is what surprises me.

  5. LL–I remember the heavy tinsel and we hung it in pieces, the five of us, and clumped when parents looked the other way. A poignant memory.
    Richard, your take on a current view of the birth of our Saviour made me pause.

    Catching up late in this Christmas season.
    I so enjoyed reading both these poems.
    (And Marcy’s poem about an angel having a cup of tea with Mary. Smile.)

    • Marcy Terwilliger says:

      L.L.
      Growing up on a farm we always had a sad looking cedar tree and the three Campbell kids each had handfuls of thick tinsel. Since I’m the baby of the family I hung them one by one but I don’t remember what the other two did. Then I got so caught up in Richards poem and the fact I could finally find a place to share something I wrote. Thanks to you all for the nice comments, it has made my Christmas. I’ve written over 350 poems this year, it’s just hard finding a place to share them. Happy New Year to you all. You make me smile while I sip my new tea.

  6. lynndiane says:

    Ah, still celebrating Christmas with poetry, tinsel and tea! May I join the party late? I’d like to offer this…

    candle’s light

    every

    human soul
    holds a light
    lit by the
    master chandler
    who forms us
    of soft wax
    and then
    illuminates
    our spirits
    with his own
    brilliant

    LIGHT.

    each

    flame flickers
    brightly, bravely
    through the
    long, dark
    night as we
    push away
    fears’ shadows;
    wick up hope,
    burn with
    holy joy,
    melt to

    LOVE.


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