A Holiday Poem

Little Tree
by EE Cummings

Little tree
Little silent Christmas tree
You are so little
You are more like a flower

Who found you in the green forest
And were you very sorry to come away?
See I will comfort you.
Because you smell so sweetly

I will kiss your cool bark
And hug you safe and tight
Just as your mother would
Only don't be afraid.

Look the spangles
That sleep all year in the dark box
Dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine
The balls the red and gold the fluffy threads

Put up your little arms
And I will give them all to you to hold
Every finger shall have its ring
And there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

When you are quite dressed
You’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
And how they'll stare
Oh but you will be very proud

And my little sister and I will take hands
And looking at our beautiful tree
We’ll dance and sing.

Happy Happy Holidays to you all!

xoxo,
LPC

Living Not Dying

I am standing on the seashore  ... A ship spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean ... She is an object of beauty, and I watch her until at length she bangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the sky meet ... Then someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!" - Gone where? Gone from my sight ... She is just as large in mast and bull and spar as she was when she left my sight, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination ... Her diminished size is in me - not in her ... And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming; and other voices take up the glad shout: "There she comes!"
And that is Living, not Dying.
        - Edward T. Sullivan

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