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Winter Solstice
It was dark and cold
and Grandmother said
let's make a picnic, we'll hang
the beaded sun on the ceiling,
have lunch from a willow basket.
She laid out great-grandmother's quilt,
orange and yellow and blue, a homespun
lawn on the carpet, and I in my nightgown
and she in her lavender dress, ate
tuna and crackers and chocolate
off delicate
china plates.
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This is beautiful.
Posted by: Rachel | 21 December 2006 at 08:24 AM
perfect..and delightful!
rel
Posted by: rel | 21 December 2006 at 10:52 AM
This is so great - loving the layout, loving the poem.
Posted by: Melissa | 21 December 2006 at 02:02 PM
Great star and great poem.
Posted by: Cathy | 21 December 2006 at 02:11 PM
That's a wonderful memory.
Posted by: Dave | 21 December 2006 at 06:33 PM
> That's a wonderful memory.
It would be, if it were.
But it's not.
Well, it is in spirit, but not in fact.
Posted by: SB | 21 December 2006 at 06:59 PM
That's lovely and it reminds me of a book I read when I was a child.
Posted by: Crafty Green Poet | 22 December 2006 at 01:29 AM