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Rising early,
Grandfather stoked the ashes
of yesterday’s fire,
added fresh coal,
our first gift
on Christmas morning.
From Secret Place (Nov. 1998 - Jan. 1999).
Used with the author’s permission.
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Wilda Morris is president of Poets & Patrons of Chicago and past president of the Illinois State Poetry Society. Her first book of poetry, Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant, was published by RWG Press. Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge, at wildamorris.blogspot.com, provides a monthly contest for other poets.
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Charly:
How sweet; this simple poem expresses the meaning of true love.
Posted 12/26/2012 07:14 AM
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Jo:
I'm late Wilda in seeing this gift of a poem.
Thank you. It is meaningful even this late at night.
Jo
Posted 12/25/2012 10:52 PM
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dotief@comcast.net:
Nice1
Posted 12/25/2012 11:18 AM
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twinkscat:
Wow! Merry Christmas, Wendy! Thanks for sharing this.
Posted 12/25/2012 11:08 AM
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marenomitchell:
Thank you both for THIS gift!
Posted 12/25/2012 10:51 AM
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KevinArnold:
Yes, a fine poem to wake up to on Christmas morning.
Posted 12/25/2012 09:52 AM
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Janet Leahy:
With an economy of words this poem say so much.
Thanks Wilda, a great poem for Christmas Day.
Posted 12/25/2012 08:40 AM
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erinsnana:
simple and sweet--giving wonderful perspective to a world gone crazy with conspicuous consumption. Beautiful!
Posted 12/25/2012 08:00 AM
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TheSilverOne:
Great to wake up Christmas morning and read your Beautiful poem, Wilda...a reminder of my mother doing the same thing mornings. ~ Doris
Posted 12/25/2012 06:51 AM
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rksanders@charter.net:
Beautiful, Wilda.
Posted 12/25/2012 05:34 AM
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