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.

Boy wasted in summer sun
Fetching blooms
Till evenings run
Handling crickets and hope
His pluck, was within her scope

In mother's entry room,
We would find him as he lay
Socks no shoes
As nettle and him found stews

For the aspiring
Norman Rockwells