To My Child At ChristmasA Poem by icelandicblueHe opened the box and burned me to a crisp with its light. Love is not always enough. I have given it to him I hope someday he finds strength in it.
My myopia makes the lights blur
on the Christmas tree adding a melding of light and color that no impressionist could adequately capture. In those moments of smudged view I wish that the memories I carry could melt into colored wax and be molded into a more pleasing form. Shiny packages rest beneath the tree bearing promises of momentary bliss, not for what the box contains but for what it represents; love was carefully placed among the softest tissue and covered in mirrored paper wrapped in lustrous satin curls, a symbolic way to say I love you, I know you and I cherish each of you. It is not about the item in the box, it is forever about you. However, if I were able I would enclose pure love, white light, silken and smooth that would envelop you, my wayward son, to guide you to the path of your own salvation. Oh were I able to capture that for you and watch the luminescence fill your pores and soothe your soul so that you might find each footstep to a life overflowing with hope and happiness. I love you Evan, Merry Christmas 2013 © 2013 icelandicblueAuthor's Note
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Added on December 24, 2013Last Updated on December 26, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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