My Cart 
Login 

Previous

Presents
by
Sarah Russell


Next
 

Awash in tissue, ribbon, paper,
the grandchildren squeal
"Look! . . . Look!". . .
rejoicing in Santa's largesse.

Their parents, my children,
need less – a talisman
from one they love
to show friends at book club,
or unsheathe on the tennis court.

I smile.  Gifts for me abound
this Christmas and cannot be wrapped –
a kaleidoscope of family to reach
beyond my years and color the world.

 

© by Sarah Russell.
Used with the author's permission

 

Purchase a framed print of this poem.

Sarah Russell lives in State College, Pennsylvania with a patient husband and a curly dog named Smudge. She co-edits Pastiche, a local literary magazine, and her poetry has appeared in dozens of journals and anthologies. Sarah humiliates her six grandchildren by knitting them sweaters for their birthdays. Learn more about her at www.sarahrussellpoetry.com.



 


Post New Comment:
ElizabethP:
Oh yes. This! :-) Thanks for sharing.
Posted 12/28/2016 08:21 AM
Lori Levy:
I agree!
Posted 12/26/2016 09:54 AM
blueskies:
A shining reveal upon the day-after as seen by a grandparent! Thanks, Sarah.
Posted 12/26/2016 09:13 AM
Jancan:
I love this poem! Janice
Posted 12/26/2016 08:47 AM
Laurenepersons:
Thanks for the post-Christmas gift.
Posted 12/26/2016 08:13 AM
Katrina:
Beautifully opened.
Posted 12/26/2016 07:01 AM
rhonasheridan:
Perfect,
Posted 12/26/2016 04:03 AM


Contents of this web site and all original text and images therein are copyright © by Your Daily Poem. All rights reserved.
The material on this site may not be copied, reproduced, downloaded, distributed, transmitted, stored, altered, adapted,
or otherwise used in any way without the express written permission of the owner.