I finished our Christmas poem last night and, as Andrew pointed out, that was my last big project of the year! So now I should be able to relax and enjoy the holidays (and blog a little more). You can read it below (or download it here). Enjoy!
Indulge my reflections on all that we’ve passed
Through this pivitol, noteworthy year.
I’ll share how we got from point there...to point here.
In—with one course!—but then, I suppose,
We thought was a laugh, but—whoops!—here’s Phoebe!
The joke was on us, but this baby’s so sweet
She’s less of a trick and more of a treat.
To older brother. He had an explosion
Of phonetic growth. I’m pleased to announce:
He also loves dress ups. A mask, cape, or hood’s
First Benjamin got it, then Zoë was like,
Meanwhile, Ben saw culinary development.
To teach him a lesson ‘bout duty and trust
I charged him with making my daily breakfast.
We drove to Savannah to visit the coast. We
Toured historic downtown, true, but mostly
(Kept the kids entertained; can’t complain ‘cuz it’s free!)
Miriam’s been keeping her fingers quite nimble
With her old friend—the organ—and new friend—the thimble.
Her needlepoint pieces are extraordinary!
Her music? Delightful. We find that she’s very
Invested, which now is remunerative
As she’s begun teaching the neighbourhood kids
Piano lessons at ten bucks a pop.
Music is something she can’t stop, won’t stop.
A big year for Rachel; she started ninth grade.
This summer she worked as a nanny, got paid
To watch one single child (that’s like a vacation!),
But let’s talk some more about her education.
We’re homeschooling still, which is going just swell;
This year she started seminary as well,
Her English credit is through dual enrollment,
Her baking skills warrant all praise and extolment.
Still a professor up at Georgia State,
Andrew’s amazing. He’s been really great
At picking up slack when I’ve let things slide
(Which happened a lot this year, I confide).
At church he was given his favourite assignment,
Which he shares with Mimi, to her excitement—
He’s organist now; she does the prelude.
That about wraps things up, and so I’ll conclude
My poetic missive by saying sincerely
Merry Christmas to you and to all you hold dearly!
Farewell to the year—adios, tschüss, adieu!—
And welcome to two-thousand twenty-and-two!