Last Christmas I gave you my Heart
For George Michael RIP
I wipe the hot curry from my lips
as I think about my American comrades
with their ham and potatoes.
Merry Desi Christmas…
there will be puree aloo
for lunch, along with a special kheer.
No tree, just us sitting
with our uncles who wear turbans
and kids who play with their white Barbie dolls.
We don’t sing Christmas Carols
we watch old Hindi films,
black and white movies with brown people
Then for a moment between laughs
and chai and some biscuits,
I forget it is Christmas.
Then I look at the newspaper
and there it is: he is dead.
My favorite singer from the eighties.
Who will die next, god?
I want to lie in a black dress
as I cry, but I have nowhere to go.
I think today, today I think this:
He would sing me to sleep if he could.
Lullabies about fame and death…
He had faith, in you, Faith, Faith
and he will always be your Father Figure.
He woke us up before he had to go, go.
I will sing for you because he cannot sing anymore.
These are the small words I know.
This is my song:
If I knew you
I would tell you this
many times over and over again.
This Christmas I hope you get the girl
or the guy
I hope you dance, with the guy.
I hope you live, really breathe
in and look at the colors
I hope you see every color but your own.
I wish you kisses
And water every time you are thirsty
I wish you music.
I hope you sing
When it rains I hope you get wet.
I hope you cry.
I wish you tears
of love and I wish you
would cry when you laugh.
I hope you laugh
and notice the sweetness
in your own voice.
I wish you friendship
and I wish you would reveal yourself
every time you are betrayed…
I hope you know you are allowed to be afraid
allowed to pray
even if god is ugly.
I wish you would remember
this winter is for you
and summer is inside you.
I wish you the courage to say
what you need to say
and say it with all you have.
I hope your worries
become miniature jewels
that you wear like medals.
You’ve won this one
I hope you know you won this Christmas
I wish you all this again and again…
I hope you have time
to wish to be, and to be free
I hope this is your day.
Do you think we have time?
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we’ll taking our chance to say
I sang twenty years and a day
But nothing changed
The human race found some other guy
And walked into the flame
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it’s much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
Do you think we have time?