1) Enchanted Christmas Eve! It was in St.
Paul, Minnesota, the conservative city...
Do you remember, oh brother, of the Christmas Eve Nights? so magical, and eager we were? I can still see the ornaments dangling on the tree.
Tranquility was in the house the great sidekick of God and happiness.
#2382 5-10-2008 (a poem out of the 50s) of all the holidays in the year my mother loved Christmas the best, and she'd buy a huge tree each year at the market, and my brother and I would hall it home from the market place, and she would put all her ornaments on it, I am still surprised the tree could stand up with all the weight hanging down from it.
2) Written to Mother With simple wings, of magic and music, I entered into life.
Now with gray hair how can I forget the silver moon in your heart.
#2383/ 5-20-2008 3) Letter from my Mother (Letter received in Augsburg, Germany, 1970) A letter that I was not waiting for a letter I've scarcely read, distracted me from my Army duties.
This letter from mother..
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the one that occasionally comes back to mind makes me think, now in old age, feel insipid and shriek..
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"Captain! How did you come to have this letter you give me today?" With her love she was trying to scold me.
This letter from her...
letter that the captain gave me! A sudden happiness filled my heart, and disdain! More for the Captain than my mother, who asked me to write her back, she was concerned.
Perhaps, she had a few rare doubts, in which I might be dead, or ill in some Army bed.
This letter from my mother that I had forgotten, comes to mind: she sent me orders, ay! A letter that said: "Are you dead? Why don't you write?" Such things we take for granted, we should not.
Forgive me mother, I was so young! #2384 5-10-2008