Just a Month Away

Brilliance of Gladys

She kept the house

Though old she was

And widowed these six years

And Son moved West

And hips most shot

And much for loss and tears.

But frost had come

And robins fled

And Holidays in view

She paid the Lad

To mount the lights

And hopeful creche scene too.

The window tree

She decked with joy

And streamers green and red

And LP albums

Turning soon

Most nights before her bed.

A song from Andy, Bing or Rose

That never lost its pull

Or Boston Pops

With carols dear

Now that was wonderful!

The cookie sheets

Would bear a yield

For Church just down the street

And Merry Christmas

Graced her lips

For shopping friends she’d meet.

It’s just for kids

Her Sister said

As if to pull the plug

From all the joy

Of God come down

To grace a baby’s bed.

The kids must hear

And wonder too

At One the Wise Men blessed

I keep it up

So help me God

And point to Heaven’s best.


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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