A CHRISTMAS GIFT

A Christmas Gift

Just a little scrap of paper that blew upon the wind 

But it held the dates of Granpa's life

And simply can't be binned.

And there, upon the southern wall, my Granma's looking down

Maybe she's read the notes behind

And that's why she wears a frown!

There are many dusty photographs, a lot that are unnamed

Some have faded quite a bit, 

And some are nicely framed.

There are boxes there of letters, all dated and nicely tied

With ribbon that looks inviting

And with lots of facts inside.

Oh, and on the shelf just to the side, the family bible rests

It has names of many generations

And even some bequests.

Notebooks belonging to my Pa, in which he's written every day

Chronicle his many moves 

And what his family had to say.

Of course, this is all a fantasy, a dream, a fervent wish

It's what I'd like for Christmas

I wish, I truly wish!!!

Crissouli (c) 2007