Revealed To Uncover
Seeing my reflections covered
Never to be discovered
As I lay down this thick paint
Wanting not to faint
Absorbing all the color of Christmas Eve
Hoping I don’t mess up and deceive
If I do even one thing wrong
My life wont be a happy song
Everything has to be perfect or it’s my fault
Just as perfect when you have to pole vault
Mess up one thing its not good
Looking me up and down as they stood
To my surprise they liked the messiness
Because my windows were like Christmas
With snowmen of plenty and Santa Clause
And lots of reindeer with big brown paws
People walk by to look and to gander
This I know is the best December
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
November 24, 2009
Copyright © Cherica Eckiwaudah | Year Posted 2009
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