On Christmas Gifts

Paul Klee rogallery.com

Paul Klee
rogallery.com

As a young boy
my Mama made me
sit at the dinner table
after supper was done
and copy the Psalms
out into a notebook
word for word

A tedious task
for any ten year old
By it I learned words
I could not understand
To shape their letters
in awkward cursive
hard to form

At Christmas
the notebook was
a gift I gave my Father
who read David’s songs
as tho for the first time
painfully scrawled
word by word

   Now I give my children
   notebooks full of words

“Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity
to see things differently and to change his point of view.” ~ Paul Klee

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to On Christmas Gifts

  1. By the time I was at the end of the first stanza, I was thinking, “And look where it has gotten him.” I’m thankful for your wise mother.

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