it was a kind of story I was telling
to you in a blue mothed summer
on the stoop of a summerhouse
we wanted to live in
we were five and three
a little house
with pale green curtains
where we could eat pretend strawberries every day
and play, even in deep winter
and dream there were December roses
and the Christ child in our room
where we sang softly a glass bell tune
lest he should awake
and you sang the star, the star
and plinked on your baby piano
with the coloured keys
and plinked and it really was Christmas
and evergreen
we wanted it to stay evergreen forever
and when I think of it,
it did.
mary angela douglas 27 october 2019
and dream there were December roses and the Christ child in our room where we sang softly a glass bell tune.. a lovely poem. tony
Another great poem Mary, And sweet memories of a time not Long ago James McLain 🎸
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We wanted it to stay evergreen forever and we sung many amazing songs. A brilliant poem is shared.10