I’ve just posted the third day of Christmas poem, but I will not let this fourth day be late. I will post it today. Without any further ado- here is my fourth day of Christmas poem.
Finding the Idea
On the fourth day of Christmas
I wasn’t sure what to write.
I’m hoping it will come.
Hello? Ideas? Where are you?
Are you in the decorations?
What about in the coffee I bought?
Maybe in the quick mall trip?
Or the Youtube videos I watch?
I like to find ideas everywhere?
Because that means I can use anything to write.
But sometimes ideas are elusive-
They require slowing and looking.
This is just like Christmas.
Cindy Lou knew that Christmas was more than presents.
Christmas is a present of memories wrapped moments
Tied with a ribbon of time to keep them in our memories.
So, I guess I just found my idea.
It came when I stopped.
I stopped and reflected,
And I found what I was looking for.
Abigail Elizabeth Black 