Read Me  A poem

              It was late December,  in the morning,

              time to set    my work away.

              The children had to see a councelor

               nothing serious   with them today

               This time shall be their dads turn

                to drive them off to town.

                We walked into the doctors place,

               not many souls around

               The children slid off,  to a side room,

                because all they needed to   was to talk.

               I sat down in a padded chair,

               relaxed,   then made it rock.

               A little child stood,  within the room,

               very quiet and alone.

               I softly asked him for his name,

              then gave to him    my own.

              I asked    if he thought of Christmas,

             and the things   he'd like to get .

              Like all children   their list is long,

             Santa surely   won't forget

              After we talked awhile,

             there was a quiet in the room.

             I picked up all my poetry,

             like the sweeping   of a broom.

             He asked what I was doing,

              I said writing   of some poems.

             He asked if I would read him one,

             with politness   and soft tone.

            So I read him one   and then another,

             he asked for a couple more.

             And when I finished    reading them,

             I walked him to the door.

             He turned to me and asked,

             if I'd give a poem   or two.

             His brother lived far away,

            he'd love to hear them too.

             So I gave him   of my Christmas lines,

             fitting to his delight.

             He said   he would be sitting down,

             as he wanted to rewrite,

             So his brother knew   that he had written,

              from a brother far far away.

              For that child   that was so friendly,

             had just turned six to day.

              Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

               written by Darryl Ehlers