The Holidays

December 14, 2009
The Holidays

Dressed for the best, and 6 years old
ran in from inside in away from the cold. Enough make believe with your cousin an all
of a Macys parade that is launched in the fall.

Nose red and chilled and brimming with frost.
You'd die for some food, whatever the cost.
And so with your eyes, denying defeat. You search for the table that's flooded with feasts.

With your cold little fingers and wool stocking feet,
You leap towards the table in hopes that you'll beat
10 of cousins, and 6 of your aunts
to that place at the table, with the fluffy white pot.

And you know what the magic inside the pot dwells,
The look and the taste is defined by its smells.
Grams famous mashed 'tatoes,
taking two days to make.
Is finally before you...
so eat what you take.

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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 11, 2010 at 1:02 am
Beautiful.Keep writing. &please check out my work, Ratings are GREATLY appreciated. Thanks!
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