"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Monday, December 14, 2015

Poem: St. Lucia's Day

Early this morning,
long before light,
footsteps and a whisper
banished the night.

"Grandma, come see what
is waiting downstairs."
I crept from the covers
and straightened my hair.

Downstairs there were cookies
and coffee with cream,
stories remembered,
and telling of dreams.

Santa Lucia wore a
soft, flannel gown,
a beautiful smile,
and lights in her crown.

She walked in tradition
with fair feet unshod,
the fairest of maidens,
a blessing from God.

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