The innocence of Childhood

The Trust, The Belief

The pillowcase at the foot of the bed.

Awakening, the prodding foot

Finds Proof that the impossible is real.


And the child defies the scorn

of older children

for Dad says it is true

And SANTA’S Presents were there

there in the pillowcase,

there at the foot of the bed


But later, shamefaced

admitting, with a flip

assurance, ill felt, that Santa

Claus does not exist

that am now among the big kids

who no longer believe

but still, though (?)