Joyful And Triumphant Poem by Martin Swords

Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland

Joyful And Triumphant

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Christmas, I remember,
Was the only time the fire was lit all day.
Da lit it real early with twists of the Evening Press,
Bits of broken wood, and coal brought from the
Backyard in the ashbucket.

The room was warm, flickering.
Once a year smells of Nutmeg, Spice and
Stale Guinness mixed with coal smoke, Pine,
And White Pudding.
Everything was lit up, for breakfast!

Red and white chains of Crissed Crossed Crepe
Hung from light to ceiling corners.
Cards on the mantle, Holly Berries over the picture
Of The Big Fella’, and The Sacred Heart.
And the Christmas Tree had
Cottonwoolballsnow.

The path was frosted white on the way out to the lav.
I rode my big wheel trike, squeaky, on the lino.
“Triumph”, was written in old fashioned
silver letters on the red metal bars.
I was five then, Full of Joy.

It was happy and warm that
Christmas, I remember.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rachel Butler 20 September 2009

Cards on the mantle, Holly Berries over the picture Of The Big Fella’, and The Sacred Heart. Rachel Ann Butler

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Fay Slimm 03 November 2008

Didn't you just take us back Martin to the days of lino and cotton-wool balls - oh the little specials we could all add to those warm memories - at least those of us of a certain length of memory. Bless you for the happy reminders, and I too had a squeaky bike once upon a time..... best wishes from Fay.

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Loyd C Taylor Sr 18 February 2008

I like it and can identify!

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Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland
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