By Bryan Gruley
My children embrace
their passions without (too much)
regard for the money.
A house on fire with
tears at Christmas, men in hats
that say C F D
I love the tree with
the colored lights of boyhood
but my wife’s grown up
My mother was Nat
King a-croon as she reached for
my father, smiling.
Write a Christmas book,
make people cry, and sell
one million. Or not.
Happy 2011, Everyone!
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4 comments:
A riter... and a powet too! Lovely.
Thanks and Happy New Year!
Amazing post! Thanks a lot for sharing.
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