"remming" poems
Sweet Mother Christmas has fallen asleep,
with grandchild in arms, presents all wrapped
a 5 a.m. husband floor creaking around.
Sleepy eyed husband just Rockwells the scene
joy slips in his heart, mem’ries come back,
his mind fills with happy, a grin lips his mouth.
Dear Mother Christmas is remming her dreams,
bereft of alarms, daylight on tap,
awaiting the move of the felt advent mouse.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC