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TWO POEMS
By: Georgia Douglass Johnson

CHRISTMAS EVE

I looked from my window one Christmas Eve morn
Saw basket and basket a-marketward bourne
With heart filled with bitterness, pain and regret
I saw them move homeward through eyes dim and wet.

Full darkly I mused for my own larder bore
But just a few fragments with faint hope of more...
Then lo! there was light in my soul's sacred zone
And there I saw envy stalk grimly alone!

I cried unto God in my utter despair
And poured out my penitence humbly in prayer...
Then turning, I gazed from the window once more
And blessed every bearer in basket and store.


CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

Lonesome Christmas morning
No stockings in a row,
No little tin horns blowing,
No footsteps to and fro.

Lonesome Christmas morning
My empty heart must go
Awearying the lone way
To days of long ago.

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Note: Georgia Douglass Johnson, a Washington, D. C. Federation Club woman, is a nationally and internationally known publicist and author.  She is a graduate of Atlanta University and is the widow of the late Henry Lincoln Johnson who at one time was head of the office of the Recorder of Deeds at Washington, D. C.