Wishing Through Windows Like Heaven Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

we wished to live in a Christmas show window
with the dolls in Victorian reds and greens
never spilling their tea

the Christmas tree with electric candles wondrously
bedecked in little gold apples, ropes of the requisite
cranberries and the family of dolls in exquisite

harmony; perhaps, dusted with snow, the braver
dolls in an outdoors scene with their skates
and ready to trip the glaze of the perfectly oval

ponds as though they were born for it.
as if, to the stage.
well, they were handmade;

why shouldn't they be graceful?
and how could we help but gaze
our noses like cherries pressed

against the glass stenciled clear ice blue
as if we were gazing into Paradise
and knew we would be there

and all of it, brand-new!
any minute through the tinseled revolving doors...

mary angela douglas 2 january 2015