{"id":2038,"date":"2015-12-04T18:15:42","date_gmt":"2015-12-04T18:15:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?p=2038"},"modified":"2015-12-04T18:15:42","modified_gmt":"2015-12-04T18:15:42","slug":"rockefella-centa-memory-1955","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.reggiemorrisey.com\/?p=2038","title":{"rendered":"Rockefella Centa Memory, 1955"},"content":{"rendered":"

They stood before a magic place\u00a0
on a frigid, frantic night.
In the shadow of tall buildings,
by the giant Christmas tree,
they watched the skaters with delight.<\/p>\n

Two little girls from a duller place,
eyed fluid waltz and frenzied race,
their mittens tracing Yule bright lights,
Manhattan style.<\/p>\n

Their weary mother sagged behind the two.
Lost in her thoughts,
she ignored the view,
intent on dinner, package-wrapping,
ribbon, gifts untouched.<\/p>\n

She felt one child press against her coat.
Saw a small, strange man\u00a0
standing far too close,
and knew a rage, compelling,
all-consuming urge to hurt.<\/p>\n

The cowering man slowly backed away.
The girls knew fear as mother bayed
and lunged to chase the guilty,
doomed and frightened little man.<\/p>\n

They rounded corners in the crowd.
Few slowed the pace of
her advance on the coward.
But both girls knew that more than
Midtown madness happened here.<\/p>\n

A blazing woman in an old cloth coat,
nailed the small, sick man with her shopping tote,
then promptly whisked her ladies
to the safety of a cab.<\/p>\n

With trembling hands, she drew them near,
vowing never to see in Christmas here.
Wit's ending one bright rite of Yuletide...
Big Apple style.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n

by Reggie Morrisey (Circa 1975)<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Rockefeller Center<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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