Twas the week before Christmas,
And all through the house, the dust was collected- decorations set out.
We have to clean up -to your room we should go;
Don’t give me that look, you cannot say no!
A birthday had passed, and her mama did see
The small girl was fading, a teenager would be,
It was not a bad thing, wee children must grow
It is as it should be, -all parents do know.
This girl was her baby, and she’d seen it before,
Four times in the past had taught what was in store.
This little girls nest was now a mixed lot,
New books and computers were filling old spots.
A great mixture was found, in this sweet little room,
But some old favourites were lonely and were feeling the gloom.
They were being neglected some dust could be seen.
It was nothing intentional – wasn’t meant to be mean.
Christmas is coming, her mama did say
We need to clean up and put clutter away.
When the work was all over, around she did look
Mama did wonder, – a chance to be took?
The week before Christmas as all grown ups know-
Each child, – all their goodness is trying to show
So parents take heed, this week is the week!
Most requests will be granted, their presents to keep
To document time and to make it stand still,
To remember the room when toys it did fill.
The dolls with their tea sets, the stories and games,
The teddies and squishes and horses with manes.
The tree in the corner that mama covered in snow
Bright balls and the ribbons from every horse show
Horses and ribbons, her two favourite things,
Much better when added- she loved glitter and bling.
The camera was ready, a pause she did take
What should I do? What place should I take?
Do what you love, just show it to me
Do what you like, -I just want to see
So she strummed and she sang, her new favourite pastime,
She played with her horses, all straight in a line
She laid on her bed and she read a new book
She played with her dog, a new trick – gave a look
We’re done (already?) -surprised it was through)
As I left she kept playing, and leaving I knew
The girl was still here, the day wasn’t quite done
The toys would remain, more hours of fun.
A last look I did take as I walked to the stair
She stayed in her room and played without care
And I smiled with contentment at this sweet little sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Thanks Kathy! And Merry Christmas to the Jardine family; I miss you guys!
Thank you)
Great poem Wendy…Epic ! Love and best wishes to you all from back home !
Love it!