At first we
We’re children on
A seesaw giggling
And laughing as
Up we went
And down we’d
Go but over
Time it wasn’t
Just us on
The seesaw it
Was everything and
Everyone else that
Wanted to ride
Our ride and
All this weight
Changed our seesaw
From a pleasure
And into life
The glee gone
Now just up
And down and
Up and down
As if things
Couldn’t get worse
I have come
To learn this
That trying things
Is but one
Third of learning
Things the other
Third is feeling
Things and the
Last third is
Understanding these things
So is the
March of your
Lifetime and lifetimes
With each step
Whether it be
Small or grand
Whether it be
Across a day
Or a lifetime
Or many lifetimes
You’ll always arrive
At the place
Where I am
This second to
Last lifetime the
Lifetime of understanding
I feel the
Same things when
Touching you that
I feel when
Writing you my
Finger my pen
Flow and dance
Bounce and pause
Sometimes stopping looking
For that right
Word to write
Or that ear
That is near
Suddenly exclaiming or
Discovering the rhyme
And the time
When both of
My passions become
One
My dear boy
Remember this one
Thing that Christmas
Isn’t so much
About getting but
More about wishing
Wishing for things
Wishing for love
And Christmas kisses
Wishing for family
Wishing for snow
But even more
Wishing that this
Feeling on this
Day could be
Felt every day
Merry merry Christmas
My dear boy
An explosion of
Brightly colored paper
Rivers of ribbon
Waterfalling over the
Tables edge steaming
And cooling hot
Cocoa bobbing with
Gooey melting marshmallows
A cacophony of
Laughter echoing across
Beams and ugly
Sweaters aromas swirling
Like sirens freshly
Sprung from Pandora’s
Box tickle and
Taunt and tease
Pulling the hungry
And hopeful into
The kitchen hoping
To touch taste
And try spicy and
Sweet and savory
Delicacies as bourbon
And brandy and
Beer pops pleases
And pickles the
Familiar family frolickers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 