poetry friday

Christmas Chime
by X.J. Kennedy

Old lady in black bonnet,
Bell she’d ting-a-ling —
I flung in half a dollar
To hear her pot go ping!

Remembered then. Felt funny.
Heart just started stopping.
I’d thrown away the money
I had saved for shopping!

And yet my mother wasn’t
Mad. Called that ping of the pot
As merry a Christmas present
As any she’d ever got.

(I found this poem in a lovely little book of poetry published in 1984, “Christmas Poems” selected by Myra Cohn Livingston, illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman. )
Here’s an Amazon link: Christmas Poems