Thursday, 18 December 2014

Wish list

November 14
I am raking autumn leaves when father
asks me to give him
my wish list for Christmas
carefully acknowledging each leaf in my pile

This Christmas I want magic
like golden foliage twirling
a twinkling cover of brown earth

This Christmas I want the magic
of opening a present
and feeling like a child
ripping off ribbons and paper
to see whether Father Christmas
has acknowledged his letter

Yet I know,
if I don’t give a list
another pair of socks
will be added to the pile
that I will rake next autumn.

Copyright poem Petra Vergunst