One Snow Day, Before Christmas
No school or work today, but I awake
early, while the others sleep.
I putter around my house,
put away a dish, shuffle some mail.
There are presents to be wrapped
and bills to be paid. There are poems
to be written. But I will bake something
sweet instead, string some Christmas lights.
I pretend I am God, taking care of my house,
adoring its imperfections.
I know that when my people sleep,
they are closest to me. I want them to rest
while I guard the house
against the raging storm of winter.
I prepare the day, so they wake fresh,
unaware I have been loving them in their dreams.
Lisa Vihos
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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