After Christmas

Mother, the pointsettia you sent
stands on our table before the window,
its scarlet warm-hearted,
the outside, January light glowing
through the delicate flesh of its leaves
as through stained glass.
Of course, we live too far
for you to come now –
you will not see how your gift
is held in that soft-woven basket
whose rim curves over, about the pot,
like the brim of a hat
worn when walking with another,
how its striped bow
reflects the giving and receiving
reds and greens of the plant.

You've read  of  free articles. Subscribe to continue.
QR Code to After Christmas
Read this article in
QR Code to Subscription page
Start your subscription today