Saturday Poem: Christmas Cards
2012-03-16 07:08:01
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After a morning's labor,
there they lie, drying,
nine Christmas cards.
One, minimalist,
bears three small stars
on a field of white.
Upon another a crowded crush
of rubber-stamped reindeer race
redly over Santa.
Should I risk dabbing a tissue
on my son's exercise in excess
perpetrated in purple glitter glue?
No, let it stand,
just as his words, dictated,
stand inside the card:
"A Dear Card to Grandpa,
Things are going well at our house,"
above a line of penciled kisses.
-- Mary Soon Lee
Mary Soon Lee
, born in London, lives in Squirrel Hill. Her poetry has appeared in American Scholar, Cider Press Review and Rosebud.
First Published December 5, 2009 12:00 am
First Published December 5, 2009 12:00 am
