A Christmas Poem

From Yours Truly

I thought it would be a delight to share a wee Christmas poem with you, this is actually from my children’s book ‘Don’t Wear It On Your Head’ so if you are not a child reading this, then this is for your inner child this Christmas Day.

May you know true peace in your heart.
May we all know this peace.
Love
John

Snowfall

It snowed last Christmas day where I live, 
so we went up the hill opposite 
while everyone else sat inside 
with their grannies and their uncles, 
and the red lipstick wearing aunties 
who give scary red kisses. Everyone was eating, 
and talking, and eating and steaming up their 
windows. Repeating little worlds of families 
from house to house to house.

We went up the hill in the snow, 
there was no sound, everyone’s inside. 
Those without families were doing what they do,
even the silence of alone seems noisy.

The snow makes it all quiet. 
Away from the windows, away from the dinner, 
there is a blanket over the earth, the air is scrubbed 
clean, and nothing is moving. 

I wish it would snow for a year, and the telly breaks. 
Then the radio goes off, and we forget to talk, 
and we get a year of this crispy breathing quiet.

© John Siddique 2010
From 'Don't Wear It On Your Head'

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