a holiday wish

a holiday wish

in a holiday themed kitchen
stands a man, slowly peeling apples

in a holiday harried living room
sits a woman, rapidly wrapping presents

as one room slowly fills with
a fluttering scent of sugary sweet cinnamon

another room quickly fills with
a mound of empty boxes tags and bows

I’m tired,
whispers beneath the echoes of scissors slicing shiny paper

while one room is still buzzing with the stress of the holidays
the other room falls silent,

the pot is on,
but the room lay empty

moments pass and the woman is again lost
amongst her busied self

a soft humming can be heard from the distant hallway
and all the while the woman whittles away at her holiday work

the man appears in the entryway
he pauses for a moment to let her notice him

he walks to her, and begins to speak,
All I want for this holiday and
for each one to come, is to be with you.

and in the woman’s hands lay
a small silver box topped with a small silver bow

she looks at him, and as she opens the box
she begins to smile, and begins to cry


Kevin M. Reader

Reviews

[Sally Edwards]

Beautiful poem, I really love this, it's so perfect, the sort of thing I dream about, even though I have been alone most of my life........this makes me sigh a wistful sigh and smile a happy smile at the happy ending........I'm just a big romantic at heart and this has it all.......