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Christmas Stocking
Isabelle5

My sister sent a gift to the
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baby shower - planned for weeks,
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it was a total surprise to my
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daughter-in-law and my son,
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visiting us to introduce their son.
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There had been no shower
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in Australia when their child
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was born, her family lived
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too far to gather so this catches her
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too quickly, too much happiness
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to be held and so it spills down
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her cheeks.
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She finds a note tucked in
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the stocking's toe, explaining
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that bits were from our mother's
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favorite robe, another from
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one of our father's ties.
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We both weep for beginnings,
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endings, unexpected treasures
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clipped and sewn like snippets
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of DNA pieced together to make
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a new and perfect boy.
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I sit in a corner at the party,
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where 40 of us have come together
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to eat, to catch up, to chase the
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mix of cousins who scramble
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over and under, in their own world
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of private games while their parents
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remember when they were the
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scramblers - time passes too fast.
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I think of my mother six months dead,
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Lelong, who died one day after Thanksgiving,
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that we have two more babies on the way.
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My son holds a guitar,
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my oldest daughter finds a flute,
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a nephew, one of our many David's,
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plucks away on his ukulele.
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Others sing, my youngest takes pictures,
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capturing the faces digitally while the energy
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slips into hearts and minds to imprint
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in black and white and flashes
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of bright and living color that will be
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remembered at parties still to come.
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8 Dec 14


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