Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Poem 66- The Christmas Rush

The Christmas Rush

He was like no being I had previously known
A seraph, and a dream from which I hoped never to wake
He consumed me so
And cared for me like a just hatched chick
He was the most kind, the most excellent companion
It was serendipitous
It was perfection
It laid claim to parts of my heart I felt could never find passage
And revived my weak limbs
It made me feel whole
And good
And worthy
It was a challenge
A joy
A life I felt finally to deserve
Due to your acceptance


He is like no being I have ever known
He is wise and pure
He is fun and sweet as the nectar sought by humming birds
He is loving and fantastic
He is a role-playing game, he is a scavenger hunt, he is an Olympic gold medal
And forever even when I am grey, and fat(ter than I am now), a Hamley’s Christmas Window and all it represents for the 5 year old child and the young woman he taught me to be

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