I drove into town,
Wondering at the lights
Why the Christmas decorations in July?
A little girl told me,
"It's for the people on the hill."
Her father explained,
"See that building up there
On the hill overlooking town?
There are people inside
Who won't make it to Christmas.
We put up these lights
For them to enjoy."
Later that night
I went up to the hill
I walked down the hallways
Greeted by people
Some in wheelchairs, some in beds
But all facing the windows
That looked down on the town.
The night was awash
In reds, blues and greens
The moonlight pretending snow
On the lawns of the town.
It might have been July,
But to the people on the hill
It was Christmas Eve.
For some, it was the last earthly gift they'd receive
As they went to meet the person
For whom the night was named.
A well-sequenced free verse. Its communicative power is assisted by a good flow and an ability to convey appropriate, revelatory images. Thus, you have been able to share with your readers a personal experience created by poetic insight, enhanced by a tone of sincere compassion and understanding. Thanks for sharing, Jill.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 10, 2004
This is a very deep heart touching poem! Thank you for such a beautiful sharing.
Thanks for sharing this one Darlene. Your poem highlights the important work of hospices, and tells a touching story well, without sentimenality, as Bess Warley pointed out.... Sara.
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Greetings.
Indeed! Some celebrate Jesus at Christmas, some celebrate Him at Easter too - but Jesus LIVES! - every day.
Regards
DJ.
I Salute the Author of "The People On The Hill".
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Jill