john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

Festival Haiku - Christmas


tropical carolling
the rain bursts through
our light and songs

tropical carolling
our song quivers
our hair drips

tropical carolling
pitter patter the rain
warms up our faith

tropical carolling
our songs warm up
the rain

Christmas carolling
the candles orchestrate
our songs

Christmas carolling
the stars twinkle to
the rhythm of our songs

too long a wait
she decides she will help
choose his shirt

christmas carolling
we lit up each other's candle
every now and then

christmas carolling
the pain and joy as candle
drips on our hands

christmas eve
we wait for the
carolliing to pass by

Christmas shopping
memory of late dad between
the jingle notes

christmas eve
looking to the sky
for the largest star

christmas eve
the child says jesus
is 2012 years old

christmas eve
telling child names of those
around baby jesus

so many lanes
of sweet memories
Christmas carolling

Christmas shopping
each item flashes
a longing for late dad

Christmas - memory of late dad
flashes on a well
decorated Xmas tree

Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2012
Edited: Sunday, December 22, 2013

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