Tuesday, December 26, 2006

A New Friend

A reader at Texas Trifles sent me an email with the following poem included. She wrote it in response to my own "Where I'm From" post. After reading her South Texas Christmas at Home, 2006, I just had to post it here for my blog friends and she kindly gave her permission.

Lou is a native Texan, and if her poem is any indication, a very excellent writer. If she doesn't have a blog, perhaps we can convince her to begin one. What better way to meet such interesting folks?



South Texas Christmas at Home, 2006



A chilly rain falls through the night

I awaken early in the big front room

Under a quilt made 60 years on --

Blue and gold, the old “Dresden Plate,”

It has warmed countless souls, calmed them,

I can touch my grandmother in each square.



The girl who cleans each week

Brings tamales, hot, homemade,

We shuck several, salt and savor them --

Perfect with hot chocolate and divinity.

Memories of other Christmas days are near,

There are small sweet cookies and carols.



Mama forgets its Christmas, but

Seems happy with the tree, the

Candy and the visit from her cousin.

She asks me all day, “Did it rain?”

We eat pozole, go for a drive,

And talk about people long gone.



I notice who calls and who doesn’t.

We open a few gifts, complain about family,

Wonder why the cousin’s kids never

Came and say we’re glad she visits us.

The sun settles fast at dusk, it’s cold and

Clear and quiet as evening gathers round.



Down the street, I hear ranchera on the radio,

Firecrackers pop and sizzle in the early dark.

Lights go on in little houses with roses still

Blooming in side yards. The orange trees are

Heavy with fruit and the red dirt of back streets

Coats everything that moves with a light touch.



Christmas whispers, time passes, we fall silent.



L. Wetherbee, December 25, 2006, in Dilley


5 comments:

Trace said...

This was wonderful! I enjoyed Christmas in this reading. Lovely quilt...
I hope this gal will blog!

bill said...

Good poem. I would leave out the last line if it were me.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, and I have a Wedding-Ring quilt just like that on that my Mama made.

joared said...

Interesting quilt -- wonder if the materials in the circles have any particular significance? My mother could often tell me where each pattern came from i.e "my dress," or she'd name someone else, etc. Think your new friend needs to start a blog.

Kimberly said...

The poem is lovely, and reminds me of some of my Texas Christmases. I hope Lou will consider a blog of her own.