Gathered 'round, on this here night,
reading books at candle's light.
Sweet memories of Christmas far,
one year after second World War.
Gathered 'round in feel of love,
unaware of angels above.
A little twig, the spirit there,
sweet memories of loving care.
My father, he was far away,
in Indonesia he had to stay.
He came home real bruised but whole,
he gave nurture to my soul.
One candle and a little twig,
made our Christmas still real big,
Gathered 'round, some candies sweet,
the Christmas Spirit, what else you need.
Author notes
My Mom, my sisters and me. I'm the little one in the middle
In a list
A contest entry
- short Christmas conetst by Elvenfairy.
326 points, ended January 4, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - X-Mas!!! by leslielovesthomas.
300 points, ended December 24, 2007, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Really lovely
What a wonderful verse and a wonderful memory to carry around. -
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Thanks for your comment. My Mom is 96 years old now and still in rather good health and mind. This photo was taken 61 years ago.
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oh wow this was powerful. I was just reading about WWII so this poem really caught my atention strongly. Wonderful poem, sorry this is taking me so long to judge. Thanks for entering my contest!
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