'A-Peeling

A poem, dedicated to my grandmother. A Clementine orange is a wonderful thing, Best peeled in one great, big spiralling ring. My grandmother taught me, sometime long ago, The technique required to peel them so. Each time I peel one, I have happily found, I remember my Grandma as the skin is unwound. A soft flannel bulge, in a red stocking's heel, Heralds my traditional Christmas-dawn meal. Foretelling that, in the grocery store din, The boxes, their sweet little oranges within, Like candy cane ice cream, can brighten my smile, And I know then and there that in not long a while, Come Christmas again, it will all be revealed, As I sit with my Grandma, our Clementines peeled. (c) Dec. 2, 2008, Matthew Matheson

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YouTube | December 8, 2008

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