Samstag, 21. Dezember 2013

Christmas 2013


And so this is Christmas:

Hours or days with the friend, with my sons,
Snatched from time as it flees by.
Moments powdered with stardust,
Born to be memories.
Christmas trees under a Southern sky.

Gifts given on train stations,
Or over a cup of tea
Or via the internet:
No Santa around this year.

And at the end of the journey,
An old man asleep in his wheelchair:
My father, and he knows not
What he waits for.

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