Brief Stop. Poem by maria goodison

Christmas is concluded, New Year to, and the kids
go back to school.
That deep breath of relief for all them late nights
hiding the presents in the most unexpected places.
Ties get ironed and cars are cleaned for everyday work
that the bills demand.
There is this brief Stop gap where nothing needs to be
done, a little peace as the darkness begins to fall bringing
the snow.
Coldness forms at the window pain as the heating get
trund up.
A happy soulful thank you look at the simple soup infrount
Of you.
No more trucky or greens
No more trimmings
No more different type of stuffing that should never
be invented.
This brief Stop gap, is the most special time of all.