last minute drugstore gifts are best for pure excitement!
someone's sure to want just one more box of
chocolate covered cherries-
look around...the greeting cards are gone
but it's too late to mail them.
I buy rose colored lipstick for my sister
(as we planned) . in exchange she'll bring
her coin wrapped change to bear on
the lilac creme sachet I had my eye on
last Saturday. we conspire this way
considering ourselves true friends, true elves.
how surprised our Grandfather seems
each year unwrapping the same Old Spice aftershave
in a porcelain bottle: will the blue ship sail him away
to destinations he dreams of in the easy chair
perusing issues of the National Geographic?
Anxiously he peers over his glasses:
do you think she'd like this?
wonder of wonders what find is this
this late on Christmas Eve?
a jewelry box beyond compare in tiers, with
rainbow opal figures from some chinese screen
inlaid on an ebony surface lined with
(it looks like) bright red silk!
oh yes, we breathe! my sister and I.
he seems relieved; we take our bundles home.
and wrap them poorly (too much tape)
with bright good will. scissor curled ribbons.
on Christmas morn I remember well
my Grandmother's fingers trembling at the lid
of the beautiful, beautiful box; more beautiful than jewels themselves,
my Grandfather's face-
a quiet Christmas to itself
a little sublime.
that was our drugstore Christmastime.
mary angela douglas 22 december 2014
I like it when a poem puts a smile on my lips and tears in my eyes. You so nailed Christmas shopping at the local grocery store or 7-11 or for a real challenge the pharmacy. As I read this, I kept getting the feeling that you must have been right behind me in that store. Excellent topic and winning writing style
Reminds me so much of early Christmas times with my siblings. Well written.
A beautiful Christmas eve has come alive through these amazingly warm words that unfold a solemn tale of love and affection. Thanks for the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well I like Christmas poems anyway, but you managed to capture the rapture your sister exquisitely. Well done