Joseph looks not pleased, chin resting in hand,
Sad eyes staring out. Mary looks concerned.
In between them the newborn baby beams.
In pink array He positively preens.
His tiny arms thrown wide, His cute haircut.
“Here’s Jesus!” He says, “Saviour of Mankind.”
Down the hill three kings come, bearing rich gifts.
A shepherd shows the way with his white staff.
Oh, Dear Devout Evie, you overcame
Your ailments through art, exquisite, sublime.
You lived that sadness you made in Joseph’s eyes.
Barely sixty when you died, you came to Christ,
Showed Him the sunshine dancing through the colours
Of your heavenly, heart-stopping, windows.
Daniel Reardon is a poet, playwright and actor. His collection Fond Pageant was published by Somerville Press in 2018.
Sad eyes staring out. Mary looks concerned.
In between them the newborn baby beams.
In pink array He positively preens.
His tiny arms thrown wide, His cute haircut.
“Here’s Jesus!” He says, “Saviour of Mankind.”
Down the hill three kings come, bearing rich gifts.
A shepherd shows the way with his white staff.
Oh, Dear Devout Evie, you overcame
Your ailments through art, exquisite, sublime.
You lived that sadness you made in Joseph’s eyes.
Barely sixty when you died, you came to Christ,
Showed Him the sunshine dancing through the colours
Of your heavenly, heart-stopping, windows.
Daniel Reardon is a poet, playwright and actor. His collection Fond Pageant was published by Somerville Press in 2018.
