Poets’ Corner: Rosemerry for Xmas

Poets’ Corner: Rosemerry for Xmas

Some of the seasonal cards I received this year – flinching as I say “I,” not “we” – came with synopses of the past year, most of them, as is the way of holiday notes, describing victories and achievements of the sender and family. I read them all as affirmations of success against challenges selectively left out – but which we all know are there. Who ever gets off free and clear? Unafraid to embrace her vulnerabilities, her loss, Wordwoman, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer (and I?) will endeavor to find moments of sunshine and remain grateful for the wonders, large and small, she has lived as she keeps on keeping on…

Read on and enjoy two of Rosemerry’s holiday poems. Promise, you will smell the gingerbread and come to believe in the baby miracles embedded in moments.

Rosemerry Trommer, aka Word Woman. Her poetry is a Xmas present to her large community of friends and admirers all year ’round.

Meeting the Holidays

They mean well, of course,
the people who say things
such as, The holidays are hard.

And they’re right. Like not hanging
the blue stocking on the fireplace.
Like not needing to hide the red hots

because there is no one who will steal them.
But these moments are no more difficult
than a Tuesday. No more heartbreaking

than two weeks ago when
my son did not chastise me
for not clicking my heels

before I pulled my snowy feet into the car.
Firsts are hard, people say.
But, sometimes, I notice,

it’s the second that’s harder.
Or the third. Or it’s just all hard.
Or, miraculously, it’s not hard at all.

I am learning to translate
anything anyone says as,
I am holding your heart in mine.

I am learning to meet every day
as a holy day full of sacrifice,
grace and invitation. I am learning

grief is so different for each of us—
sometimes showing up as closed sign
at the door of the inn. Sometimes

showing up as an angel with a message
we can barely understand. Sometimes
showing up as a king with a strange

and fragrant gift reminiscent of sorrowing,
sighing—though it’s woody and warm,
and feels important, perhaps, even wondrous.


Watching My Daughter in the Nutcracker

Tonight I fall in love with the mirliton
in the blue and white tutu—the way
she leaps, the way she angles her arm.
Not that I didn’t love her before
when she was a soldier, when she
was a snowflake, when she was a bon bon
or an angel in frothy white fluff. But tonight,
more than anything, it is her smile
that makes me weep in row H.
Because it is real, her joy in the chassé,
the grande jeté, the pas de bourrée.
Because her joy is my joy. Because
I know what she’s danced through
to get to this stage where that smile
spreads across her face like the sunrise
the first morning after winter solstice—
an essential, growing light aware of the dark,
just learning what it can do.

  • Marsha
    Posted at 13:32h, 25 December

    Always love Rosemerry’s thoughts. So deep and compassionate and passionate as well.

  • Toodie Stone
    Posted at 17:32h, 25 December

    Dear Rosemerry,
    Your joy, along with your heart, is being held in my own trembling heart.
    Love, Toodie

  • Patti Alexander
    Posted at 19:08h, 25 December

    My heart aches for your loss and also for your massive happiness. Miraculous things, mother’s hearts.

  • Kris
    Posted at 22:04h, 25 December

    Beautiful, moving poems from the heart of a mother living through loss. Thank you for publishing them.

    • Susan Viebrock
      Posted at 22:13h, 25 December

      My pleasure – or more – my honor to publish.

  • Lynette Ford
    Posted at 06:43h, 26 December

    From one who also suffers December’s losses but finds joy in its moments of precious light, thank you, Rosemary.

  • Kendra A.Wilcox
    Posted at 10:42h, 26 December

    Experiences and Learning of Life is miraculous, yet sometimes hard. Keep your Faith. Thank you for sharing, Health, Happiness, Peace & Prosperity for 2022!

  • Abby
    Posted at 20:32h, 26 December

    Beautiful and poignant, Rosemerry. My heart is with you and with Susan as well this Christmas season.