Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Christmas at the Shelter



Christmas at the Shelter


They march from the bus in a line
stairstep siblings
hood strings pulled tight against the downpour
entering in a cascade
of raindrops and laughter

a family of love

I wish I were Santa
with just one gift
a golden key
(a door
a house
a kitchen
a yard
a Christmas tree)

but I am not Santa

I don't even know him

so I give them hot chocolate with sprinkles
and extra whipped cream
and call each of them by name


call each of them by name

it's all I have

it's all I have



it's all I have






12/24/16

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