A great many years ago, my mother accidentally dropped a copy of The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám out of the library window. About thirty years later, I saw it on my brother’s bookshelf. She’d inscribed it to him as a gift!
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A Child’s Christmas
Whence this peace
falling
into
this
upturned palm?
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Books, Childhood, Christmas, Library Notes, Listening, Meditation, Memory, My Mother, Omar Khayyám, Peace, Poems, Poetry, Snow, Winter
William Michaelian 