WRITING CHRISTMAS CARDS

a poem by Jacinta Ramayah, Malaysia - poetry writer, author, poet

Every year on 10th December,
My mum calls me up to say,
“Aren’t you ever coming over
To write my Xmas cards today?”
Reaching for the drawer I bend,
Relieved to find what I need,
Lovely cards with psalms and
‘Proceeds to the poor,’ I read.

Mum is waiting at the doorway,
Holds out a chair for me to sit,
I see a list, I hear her say
“Not much time, get on with it.”
I read thirty names, so I ask,
“Are they friends all this time?”
In anger she takes me to task
"To forget them would be a crime.”

“Mum, you haven’t met Mrs Y.
Been a while. No letter. No phone.”
“Don’t be sassy!” is her reply,
“If you won't help, I'll do it alone.”
Two hours later, cards are ready
To be posted and I am on my way,
"Send them out fast," she warns me,
"Or they'll reach on New Year’s Day.”

On Boxing Day, my mood turns sour,
With my feet up, a glass in my hand,
I watch warily as mum comes over
Holding cards tied with a rubber band,
One question she asks, without fail,
(She is serious, it is not a jest)
“I received ten cards in the mail,
Did you post a few and keep the rest?”

9 Dec 2007

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