I'm a Child, Too As the holiday season approaches,
The stores and background music encroaches
On the daily life and frequent reproaches
Of culturally diverse adults and their kids.
So, we have to decorate our stores and bars
With traditional tinsel menorahs and stars,
We go out of our way to celebrate
Our Kwansaa, Ramadan, Chanukah,
And whatever Hindus commemorate
In defense of the music, symbols and commercials that inundate!!
I'd have to admit, though
(there's a part of me that gets into it)
I love all those tinslely,tacky,shiny bows
and
Angels hanging in golden rows
And green garlands strung around the mall
Which gives us the impetus to shop until we fall.
Oh well, I have come to the conclusion
That its not such an obscure delusion;
If people pause to think of Peace
To give to others that have the least,
Is all that this glitter and those twinkly lights do
I guess that I'm just a big kid, too.
CANDLES AND BULBS
My home
sits on a hot humid lot
Of bent palms, and giant ferns,
My home
sits with the other small homes,
little boxes for liberators of Buchenwald
Each filled with friendly....strangers.
My home
Is a bright refuge
A cool comfort
Like all the 3 and 2's to their owners
But unlike the neighbors.
In my home,
Candles burn
a warm glow,
The soul's heat.
They do their daily dance,
Their testimony to
Endurance.
Outside, bulbs brighten this balmy December
night,
Draped over shutters and shrubs
Wrapped around columns and palms.
I shiver
As we stroll around the block
Rating each design.
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