Juliana Norwood lives in Vermont. She tries to stay off the grid and leave a small footprint. Her 6 daughters inspire her writing in the most unexpected of ways. She believes creativity is the key to every locked door.
Wait
By Juliana Norwood
I have been waiting for the elves
since I was 3, riding in the car,
my mother pointing out
this and that elf, all dashed
behind a door, inside a building,
around a corner by the time
I looked their way.
since I was 3, riding in the car,
my mother pointing out
this and that elf, all dashed
behind a door, inside a building,
around a corner by the time
I looked their way.
Still those SOBs evade me.
I’m waiting, knee deep
in Christmas, for them to step
up, pitch in, help me make this
comforting
memorable
defining
an extravaganza for those
who don’t yet know
it will be my last.
Beautiful, humorous, heart-rending poem, Juliana. I wish you your elfs, the joy of your loved-ones and prayers for your journey.
Thank you for this chalkful poem.
Tender and very, very touching.I hope it’s not true.
Nice poem. I too, hope this isn’t true.