20 December 2009
Madness infuses the everyday
rituals that help our home get through
the holidays, but now and then we manage
contentment--as near perfection
as we’ll ever get--as near the wishes,
hopes and dreams we’ve feared
we’d never realize as we can hope to come.
I am given to analysis,
though I could never manage to encapsulate
what makes these moments happen,
what gives me eyes to see this
brief window into Paradise. I’ll quit now,
while I’m ahead and my vision’s clear,
the children are here and ours
for a white Christmas.
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