Made of wood – old unnamed
wood – our tiny home. Fragile
in the surface. Look beneath.
After a minimum of 20 typhoons
per year, it’s still proud after a
couple of decades. Unlike
the tamarind tree, the acacia,
the guava, the hibiscus, the
banana. September is
clothe in blinking little
lights. The countdown for
the manger starts. It is
a season of bliss. Not
for us whose inside a
house swaying, and leaking,
and creaking in all the
wrong sides. But when
the midnight clock
say, “hello, it’s Christmas,”
we bow on a table — some
spaghetti, chicken, and
soup, there, though
barely. Still we pray. Still we
say thank you under our
own stars peeping
through our holed roof.
—
Beautiful and goes straight to my heart. May it be so – a cheerful one despite the house falling apart.
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amen to that, Grace. the house is at a better state now. gone are the old woods. but this memory will be forever stamped in my heart. ❤
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Amazing…well-written and dramatic…….
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Thank you, Ain.
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R.W.,
The first two lines set the tone for me with “old unnamed wood” to “our tiny home”: but the house creaking, “swaying, leaking” can’t steal that moment when the midnight clock chimes and Christmas arrives. What follows is full of gratitude and worship (“we bow”), and, oh how wondrous, “stars,” even through a “holed roof.” I love what’s left unsaid here as much as what is said. So beautifully written!
pax,
dora
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Dear Dora,
Your keen eyes and thorough comment made my heart smile. And my eyes moist. Especially “I love what’s left unsaid here as much as what is said.”
You felt this poem and breathed life to it through your keen reading. For it, thank you so much. ❤
Love,
Rosemarie
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It was entirely my pleasure, Rosemarie. 🥰
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blessings to you, Dora!
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And to you, thank you.
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❤️❤️❤️
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In spite of it all …. this is gorgeous writing.
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yes. in spite everything. blessings to you, Ms. Helen
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I love how you found peace despite the leaking roof… so much is about other things than being rich… though I hope having something better will come.
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“so much is about other things than being rich” how much i agree to this, Bjorn. and yes. something better has come but this memory will forever be inside me. thank you!
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so easy for us with safe shelter, never a thought for those who struggle to find sufficient … well portrayed!
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amen. thank you for your thoughtful words, dear Kate.
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Sometimes the simple gifts are the most precious!
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i cannot agree more, Ingrid. 🙂
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fantastic imagery here
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thank you for noticing them, JYP!
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