A while ago, a dear friend and the mother of three beautiful daughters observed, in conversation, that I had written poems involving only two of her three progeny. Conspicuously (to only a mother), I had unintentionally omitted one. Eyes opened, I realized that this was, in fact, so. I don’t do poems on consignment or upon request but I guess I felt a bit guilty. Recently, I sat down at my computer and started what was to be my traditional Christmas poem but I soon discovered that my subconscious had taken over. This is the result. (As a bit of insight into the Stash poetry-process, I really don’t really create my poems, I merely transcribe what the voice in my head dictates.) Stash
Sweet Rachel
Some folks thought Rachel pesky and wild
But, truth be known, she was a curious child:
Why do girls don dresses and boys wear pants?
Why does Dad squeeze Mom, when they dance?
How do they make pickles so crunchy and dilly?
Why does beer make Uncle Rick so silly?
How can you use sunshine as a fuel?
What’s in the box… could it be a mule?
Why is there hair in Dad’s nose and ears?
Where did Santa get flying reindeer?
For Rachie, every day is just like Christmas…
She lives each day but without a gift list.
Embracing each morning as if a present…
This is what makes Rachel so effervescent.
Yes, Rachie has the answer to perpetual bliss:
Greet every day with a smile and a holiday kiss.
Stash