New Day Nativity Scene(For Lynn) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We build
the snowman

a companion
to keep him

warm.

She's pretty
if a bit too top heavy.

You lend her
an old bra
that's had it

pin a pair
of saucy panties

upon her.

The snowman
likes her
like that

one can tell
that that isn't just an enormous icicle
but that he is pleased to see her.

We pack
more snow
around her body

'til she looks
9 months pregnant.

Next day
we deliver her.

It's twins!

Snowyboy
&
Snowygirl.

Inside
a shaken crystal
ball
the world is all

snowflakes & stars.

The Snows
as we call our family

join in
with the carol singers

singing joy
to the world

wish upon a
falling star

take on an orange
flickery glow

from our warm
window

leaving tracks as
they come and go

standing still
in the silence

of a midnight
that could be now

or a million years ago

a street light
staining this

our new day
nativity scene.


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MAKING A SNOWMAN HAPPY

So cold
even the snowman
looks miserable

quickly
you dash outside

give him your
ear muffs and muffler

give him
extra pieces of caol

to braoden
his grin

you dash
back in

your tiny
little hand

is frozen

I kiss your
deaden fingertips
back to life

the snowman
smiles.

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FRED THE SNOWMAN(for Lynn)

Being called
upon
to 'Come on in...
...this minute! '

but unwilling
to leave

my new found
snowman friend

I frown
& quickly make

a minature man

smuggle him in
to my bedroom

his eyes wide
with amazement

at all my
human things.

He wants to
read my books

play with my toys

but I tell him
'Hush! '

'Stay there
and don't move a muscle! '

My mother
shouting
'Come on down...dindins! '

Being a good boy
I do as I am told
(only secretely being bold) .

Afterwards I play by the fire

my eyes aflame
dancing with imagination.

Now eager
to be in bed

to talk to Fred
(my snowman's name)

I find him
gone

nothing but
a little puddle

...and an open window.

I see at once what's happened.

Fred got scared
nervously weed himself
and feeling a bit
embarrassed

...nipped out the open window.

I mop his wee-wee up!

Awww...poor little thing!

Aw, well... no bother

I'll make him
again tomorrow.