a christmas poem...
Background on this poem...
One Christmas Eve, I was feeling really down.
I felt like I needed to get my mind off of my problems
and do something for others.
That was the year that the kids and I started our
tradition of going to a rest-home on Christmas Eve.
As we drove through town, the streets were empty.
We saw a couple of churches with packed parking
lots. Some homes looked like they had parties
inside. When we arrived at the county hospital, it was
very empty. There weren't any visitors at all, and only
a handful of workers. I explained that the kids and I
wanted to hand out some cards and candy canes.
The nurse on duty took us around. The two older
kids and I were ignored as all attention was focused
on my 6 month old baby. "Please," the nurse said as
we started to leave, having run out of candy. "Can
you go down just one more hall? No one ever brings
a baby in here." As we visited the last lady, I knew my
perspective had forever changed. Tears rolled down
her face as she touched my daughter's feet. As we
drove away, I thought of the old lady still inside the
hospital. Her time with her children was over. What
was she thinking while she cried? Did she wish she'd
spent more time rocking her babies and less time
cleaning house? Did she regret the times she was too
busy to read a bedtime story? Did she wish she'd
talked on the phone less often? Was she thinking of
the tiny hands of her own babies?
As I tucked my children into bed, I thought, it's not too
late for me. It's Christmas and I still have three kids to
love. Something had bothered me earlier in the day,
but now, looking down at the baby that had brought
so many smiles, I couldn't remember what it was.
It was Christmas in our home, in the rest-home, and
long ago, in a stable, when another baby had shown
up in the most unexpected of places.
Hark! My little angel singing,
Deep within my ears itís ringing.
Sounds of shattered peace itís bringing
Midst the scattered toys sheís flinging.
Shriek to battered ear is meeting,
Deep within my mind itís beating.
News of peace disturbed repeating,
Heralding a Christmas greeting.
Bath is filled, she yells at washing,
Deep within my head itís noshing.
Peace, the piercing scream is squashing,
Kicking feet, the water sloshing.
Jammie time, attempting, muddling,
Deep into my neck sheís cuddling,
Peace returning, oíer us huddling,
Tears that fill my eyes are puddling.
A lullaby to her Iím humming,
Deep within my heart itís strumming.
Peace is here, it must be slumming,
Sighs and yawns tell sleep is coming.
Eyes are closed, no more peeping,
Deep within my soul is weeping
At the peace, consuming, creeping,
My little Christmas angelís sleeping.
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