First Day Of Christmas - A Poem

From a lowly Cattle Shed

To tears of affection shed;

The world is a manger

And you, and I, her magi.

I’ll spare my frankincense

If you can lose your gold

Knowin’ you, knowin’ me’ll be our myrrh

Take my hand, drink of our essences

As we witness the inevitable unfold

To knead hearts of stone, spill love waiting there.

Eneh