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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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What a wonderful poem!
Best wishes for a great holiday,
Anny
Posted by: Anny | 24 December 2007 at 03:03 PM
A beautiful poem and lovely display. Merry Christmas!
Posted by: RecycleCindy | 25 December 2007 at 11:41 AM
Lovely poem, SB. This reminded me of my grandmother, who loved creating such whimsical, memorable moments with me and my sister.
Posted by: Kimberly | 27 December 2007 at 10:36 AM