This Christmas
poem was written a few years ago after I overheard a woman in the grocery
store concerned that she didn't have enough cloves for her hot mulled wine. (Four bottles of cloves weren't enough? Ha!) I think Mary spoke to me personally that
day, whispering into my subconscious, "Jeanne, you have to write this....
now!" Merry Christmas!
Painting
by Andrea Solari, ca. 1507
Sweet Savor
What
shall I drink? Egg nog or grog?
What
did the Holy Family drink
on
that holiest night of nights?
Did
Mary lean over to Joseph
after
giving birth to Jesus and say,
“Joseph,
be a dear and pour me
another
glass of Chardonnay?”
To
which Joseph replied,
“Mary,
Darling, all we have is
a
little hot mulled wine left over
from
the party last night.”
Or…did
a father, proud
after
such a long trip
offer
his bride a sip
of
water to give her joy
upon
delivering this
beautiful,
healthy Boy?
Did
the baby cry
in
a humble home
and
look to his mother,
so
beautiful and warm,
reach
up, to touch
her
swollen breast
and
drink of the milk
from
the Mother blessed?
© Jeanne
I. Lakatos
