Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Christmas Is For Kids

To my kids
and to my kids’ kids
and to the Thai kids
I call mine with slanty
eyes and ears that stick
straight out from their
heads so that in a strong
wind, if they’re not careful,
they can get spun around and
whoop-boom get sat down.
To kids who play football
and don’t use their hands.
To kids who play football
and do use their hands.
To grandparents, aunts and
uncles, friends and lovers
of my kids I wish you all
a Merry Christmas, but I have
some bad news and some
good news.

The bad news is that when
you grow up you can’t go
home for Christmas ever again.
The good news is you never
ever really grow up.

Merry Christmas

FG 12/13/2013