Poems & Essays

20 Jul

‘Tis the Season

General/Column One Response

An older gentleman
once told me that my children
hung on me like beautiful
ornaments on a Christmas tree.

At the time, the baby sat
perched on my left hip, her right hand
massaging my left earlobe.
Two others held the fingers

of my right hand. My two oldest,
6 and 8, stood close, clinging
onto the tips of my invisible limbs.
I found it hard to maneuver.

Soon Christmas would be over,
and I would have to remove
the ornaments from our tree,
carefully wrap and save them

for another season.
But these ornaments
cannot be saved;

they drop from my branches,
roll just far enough, out of my reach.

Joelle Hannah has been writing and performing poetry since 2005. She teaches at Moorpark College. Her poems have appeared in The Scribbler, The Night Goes On All Night, Bridges of Fate Anthology, Chaparral, Two Words For, and Where I Live. She has performed in various venues throughout California, including Hollywood Book Fair, Artist Union Gallery, Pat Pincus Poetry Festival, and The Black Box Theater in San Francisco.

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  1. Jennie

    July 21, 2015 at 7:22 pm

    I love this; beautiful and poignant.


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