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They say he came in winter, the first born son
of no one much — some wood worker poor as dust
and his fey lady-love —, born on the run
as such ones always are, caught at the last
decent moment in his daddy's hands. Not one
spot of warmth except those palms, just
cold straw, a cold barn, a white winter's moon.
But this is where our story turns: that hot
baby body wriggling and reaching for another
body to nestle to. How could they not
cuddle him up? The old man, the mother
bloodied and chilled, and the spooked flock
huddling to that boy in the grain bin;
that child, warm as a lamb from his Father's hands.
Copyright 2009 by Dana Wildsmith
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Dana Wildsmith was born and raised in rural South Georgia, then traveled extensively as a Navy wife before settling in Bethlehem, Georgia, on a century-old family farm. Her love of family, nature, music, tradition, and life's simple joys is the focal point of her poignant, compelling work, which has been featured in numerous journals, magazines, and anthologies. Dana is the author of six books of poetry, a novel, Jumping, and an environmental memoir, Back to Abnormal, which was a finalist for Georgia Author of the Year. Her new collection of poetry, Good Ghosts, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press in 2026. Dana has served as Artist-in-Residence for the Grand Canyon and Everglades National Parks, is on the editorial staff of PMS&G, a literary journal, and is a Fellow of The Hambidge Center in Rabun Gap, Georgia. Learn more at www.danawildsmith.com.
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dotief@comcast.net:
Lovely and very real!
Posted 12/25/2010 12:07 PM
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