A Poem a Day (335): Five on Christmas Eve

 

Five on Christmas Eve

 

Small laces, straight faces,

a father’s thanks to the world,

trudging through the thickset snow,

happy he is almost home.

 

Baking tarts, warming hearts,

a mother’s thanks to the world,

making cakes rise and mince pies,

their rich aroma carrying far.

 

Tail waggy, fur scraggy,

a dog’s thanks to the world,

following Grandfather into the glen,

ensuring no harm comes to him.

 

Sleepy eyed, hands wide,

a child’s thanks to the world,

ripping open colourful paper,

giggling at the joy inside.

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 22, 2020

 

 

In the YouTube series of me reciting my poems, here I am reading out this poem: 

Thanks to Graham Fraser for organising this YouTube series.

This haiku reading goes live at 6pm GMT. Cheers :)