Grandmother's Yellowbird Christmas

A Christmas Poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grandmother’s Yellowbird Christmas

Yellowbird Christmas

Drinking from a jar

Watching for the Northern Star

While eating piping hot apple tarts

Listening to the bells as

They played their part

Tears dripped down her face

As old childhood memories

Poured from her heart

Her Father's dying

Words before he would depart

They never left her mind

Or fell apart

They shot an

Arrow through

Her heart

 

 

 

Author's Note

One Christmas when my Grandmother was drinking Yellowbird cocktails, which she only drank on Christmas. She spoke of her father's dying words. She cried and it broke my heart. But he died before he could get them out. So she never knew what he was trying to tell her.

Reviews

[OT]

Lovely poem! and rather sad! nice work !!

[Liza]

you have so many vivid memories; any writer would feel blessed to have so much inspiration to draw upon.

[Linear]

Lovely poem Marie, sad that, yet we all have those memories, but thinking back I would rather have them than not

[*skittlez*]

oh god bless i really really like this alot

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem feeds every sense...and the soul.

[JanieB]

Oh bless.. lovely write.

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Really emotional and deep, nicely done, that last part was just amazing and really struck me. Good job, keep it up!~

[Jibey]

I don't know what a yellowbird cocktail is but this is a beautiful bird, from the photo, and the sense of your grandmother's nostalgia comes through clearly enough

[Undying Glory]

this was really, really sad work here, really touching. those words unspoken must be really heartbreaking indeed. thanks for sending this read request. great job!

[Cynthia]

so sad! I bet your grandma will sooooo want to know what her father want to tell her! It broke my heart too, that's VERY touching! I am so touched, and sad, very nice written, heartfelt!