Friday, December 24, 2010

CHRISTMAS EVE 2010

With Amanda and Kelvin and the grandchildren gone out of town and me not going to be able to see them until tomorrow evening, it was just me and Dan tonight at home. I decided to post a poem I wrote (and it was actually published ) back in 1987.  To my surprise, it won the GOLDEN POET AWARD that year…fancy that…the little kid from Horseshoe Bend being a ‘Poet’!

LINDSEYCHILDREN

The Horseshoe Bend Kids @ 1955 at my granny’s house on Madison Highway across for the old Phelps's home place; That’s me in my rocker with my colored baby doll!     

HOME AT LAST

The day had been a bad one and Christmas Eve was drawing near,

I wished my kids would quiet down … I wished I wasn't here.

I wished I were a child again, back home with mom and dad,

I wished that time would take me back, as I climbed into my bed.

I dreamed of looking through a window, and the past was there to see,

Past that window was my daddy, chopping down our Christmas tree.

In a moment’s time, the scene had changed; frost lay white on Georgia ground,

Fire was crackling in the old wood stove, as all the family gathered round.

In the corner was a Christmas tree, the one cut by loving hands

So tall it touched the ceiling as it stood on an old wood stand.

The children with their threadbare clothes,were so beautiful to see..

For they were my brothers and my sisters; and the smallest child was me!

Long gone smells of cedar mixed with oranges, came back against my will,

As our childish cries of joy and laughter and mama's singing held me still.

Look! Daddy's hugging mama and that's our Granny over there..

Oh, I longed to stay forever within this love we use to share.

From the mantle hung our stockings that were made from old used socks,

On the tree were strings of popcorn; from the bottom to the top.

But something missing from these scenes of old, kept pulling me away

I couldn't see my children, so in Christmas Past I couldn't stay,

There and then I knelt down by that window, praying "Lord, put time back in place"

"For now I've seen how fast time flies, and I have none to waste."

I awoke to cries of joys and laughter, and these not from my past,

These sounds came from my children...I WAS HOME AT LAST.

E.C.L.N.

I wrote this sometime during the latter part of December of 1987. This was two years after my dear daddy had passed away. Amanda was five and Dan was 15…  I had went to sleep that night, after having had a bad day with the kids, and actually had the dream I speak of in the poem!

I use to love to write poetry…but haven’t in a long time.

Hope all my friends have a great Christmas tomorrow…remember to tell Jesus Happy Birthday!

GOD BLESS YOU ALL.

6 comments:

Christy said...

Love the poem Aunt Carlen. So touching and beautiful

Gerry said...

How well you expressed the need we have to move on to create another family this time as a mother to children of your own, and now you are a grandma, doing like I am, enjoying precious grandchildren.

madcobug said...

I loved that poem Carlene, God Bless you and your family. I have no idea why but there is this tiny box to write inside the larger page, Weird looking.It has a small slide bar. Maybe you or other see it.
Love,
Helen

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

A very Merry Christmas to you ! That is a beautiful poem.

Paula said...

Wonderful poem Carlene. So glad you shared it with us.

Kath said...

Hi Carlene,I am trying to get around slowly to everyone.Thankyou for your kind messages.Well this poem made me cry today it is beautiful and you are so talented my girl.Get yourself doingmore and make yourself some money.Write a book of them.I love the photo and the story brings back many personal memories of mine.Love u too.Sorry it's been a while ."Happy New Year" to everyone and I hope your MAMA is well.I think of you often,but I have neglected everyonebeing not well..Take Care God Bless Kath xx