My Christmas Poetry by (3 Stories)

Prompted By Holiday Letters

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Each year a homemade card, each year a poem

I am a poet who for many, many years have created my Christmas cards centered around my messages. This year, my granddaughter’s face inspired me (and of course our battle with the virus).


Each day she awakens 

her eyes focus on the light

She sees her world

as a kaleidoscope of form

The brightest being the one

she explores


All the darkness dissolves

the shadows fade from view

The color of God summons her

into a new wonderment-

the priceless gift of being alive


I want to be her

I want the joy back

I want to run barefoot in the snow,

to keep icicles in my pockets,

race the dog through the trees,

Let go of this never ending pain


Just ahead of us 

Just a bit beyond our fingers

is the day star 

Slanted sideways across the sky

mounted on the universal dreampost

of who we really are…



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Characterizations: moving, well written


  1. Khati Hendry says:

    Lovely picture and sentiments. The James Webb telescope launched today, to look back to the beginnings of our universe. Wonders never cease.

  2. Suzy says:

    Hi Patty, welcome back to Retrospect! This is a lovely poem, and I’m glad you included a picture of your granddaughter, who inspired you. I especially love the lines “I want to be her / I want the joy back” – so evocative. Hope you will keep writing.

  3. Thanx Patty for this lovely poem and the phoyo of the lovely grandchild who inspired it.

    May we always keep reaching!
    Best wishes for the holidays and the new year.

  4. Marian says:

    Very lovely, Patty, and it’s nice to know another grandchild is a party of the Retrospect community.

  5. Betsy Pfau says:

    A beautiful message. Thank you for sharing this with us.

  6. Laurie Levy says:

    Thank you for sharing this poem, which captures how many of us feel. I hope your granddaughter’s beautiful face encounters a world worth of it soon.

  7. Beautiful capture of the perfect fragility of infancy. How we must have all soaked it in, the foreground the brightest! I also loved how you bridged the gap between the perceptions of infancy and the recollections from adulthood. The day star mounted on the dreampost… knockout beautiful. And what a beautiful child!

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