‘Christmas’ by Andrew Geary

Thank you to Andrew Geary with his thought-provoking entry to the December mini competition on the theme of Christmas.

red tree

Andrew Geary says:
December 19, 2013

Christmas

At six his hands were calloused.
he leapt onto beaches, over wires,
dying to meet evil’s swelling.
Four brothers dead. He limped
to the factory for decades.

Grandpa thrust his rant
from his aching
lungs. Mother listens
every Christmas
about the War
and his glories.

(Left in silence is the nigger
and his teeth on her father’s lawn,
and her brother.)

“This generation doesn’t know!”
He settles on the couch, coughs
hard into his handkerchief.
“Their damn ipods and gizmos!”

I watch
Grandpa’s wrinkly face.
I smile, and laugh with him.
“But you! You’re one
of the good ones!”

Mother fixes her hands
to the tree. She couldn’t think
about her brother being
disowned years ago.

(c) Andrew Geary