In The Red Suit, a poem by Eric Machan Howd at Spillwords.com

In The Red Suit

In The Red Suit

written by: Eric Machan Howd

 

Behind the safety of wadding
and a wise-white beard
children whisper what they want
most of all in the world from me.

Here I hear the differences
between needs and desires
and unlock the uneasy looks
between parent and child.

Knowing what I know of disappointment
I shrink inside as one by one
they are brought to me under twinkling
hope — their last chance

their savior for the year to come.
The next dressed smile
approaches me sheepishly
as I get smaller inside

this chimney garb
and they leave me
either smiling or crying
uncontrollably.

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