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Remembering Christmas
By Pushpinder Syal
Derek
(many years ago)
brings oranges and cake on Christmas Day.
Dark, mischievous boy,
Son of a neighbourhood Christian -
I’m out on the lawn, with my books, studying
on a sunny short December morning
of self-absorbed adolescence.
Now I measure my seasons
with greater fervor
in the same sun
and
Derek
From many years ago
brings oranges and cake
on Christmas Day.
I Remember Him
By Pushpinder Syal
Touch a chair with a hand made worthy by prayer
It will, perhaps, retain that sacred feel
though mute in its wood frame
and then disappear in a broken heap somewhere
leaving that faint touch in the air
that might bless him who once sat there,
sorrowful in his being
made worthy only by prayer.
Pushpinder Syal loves reading & writing poetry. She loves to write poetry in her spare time.
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