A toy locomotive <br />fresh red paint <br />on it’s wooden boiler <br />waits on time for completion. <br /> <br />Black and white tints <br />stands ready in jars <br />for the peeling <br />of masking tape. <br />and a grandmother’s <br />meticulous brushing. <br /> <br />The little train <br />In brightest color array <br />will match another <br />quilted on a toddler’s comforter. <br /> <br />Nathanael, know that you are richly loved <br />by the tender body and soul <br />that once enclosed your mother.<br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-future/
