Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Frail Sailing Ship (Revised)


Slowly wrapping my parent's presents in special paper,
decorating my sister's gift with gold and silver glitter,
putting the frail sailing ship made of shells and wood
in a box to keep its mast from breaking; it's a memory
of the time dad showed me how to draw a sailing ship
on the wall-painted blackboard when I was small

My mother's mauve-with-pink-roses pillow is in a pink
bag, I'm delighted looking at beautiful things, my lilac
scarf draped around my new straw hat, artfully hung
on my lamp-cum-hat-stand, I'm sitting in rich golden
sunshine, watching amazing animals on Nat Geo Wild -
this the best time of the year, just before Christmas

Submitted: Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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