Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 - InForm Poet:
Childhood Christmas Sonnet
"Staying within our theme (Christmas), recall a moment from your youth or a childhood memory and write it in the form of a sonnet!"
We looked forward to each Christmas season
to visit our cousins, and see their tree.
There had to be a pretty good reason
for Dad to drive, Long Island from Canarsie.
How frequently it snowed on Christmas Day.
As bumper to bumper, we crawled along,
my sister and I whining all the way.
We finally arrived, and rushed headlong
into a house where aromas of pine
and roast mingled in the festive air.
Stephen played Santa, watching faces shine.
How I wish to go back to those days without care.
It pains me that most of those present have passed,
but I have these memories I know will last.
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