Merry Christmas to All
There is a sound of tearing
As the band-aid is ripped
From the wound
Long ago bound
He stays in his room
Shuns people
The shades drawn
He is Christmas past
Perhaps it is best not to bother him
Allow him to sulk
Feel sorry for himself
He has plenty of reasons
Tick them off like a grocery list
Each year we decorated the tree
Attended church
Santa would arrive
Put stockings on the foot of the bed
Mom and Dad
The whole family around
Christmas is different now
Just you and me
And yet we blow smoke
Keep the fire going
Hold hands in the dark
No, it is not the same
Nothing is
You hold me warm
We kiss good night
Me in my kerchief
You in your cap
Our hopes are for the new year
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night
December 5, 2018
12 comments:
Your present Christmas sounds wonderful indeed - cozy and warm with the one you love, who loves you. It doesnt get much better. I loved this poem, my friend.
It is hard not to remember what was, but I am grateful for what is. And it is all we should need. Thanks for your comments Sherry.
An interesting personification of Christmas past, Annell. I’m happy that your Christmas present is cosy and warm – I love the thought of you keeping the fire going and holding hands in the dark.
This was an interesting piece, warm, just a slight hint of melacholy - but it was a tender write... I enjoyed it Annell!
The Christmas past hints at a certain sadness, a remnant of which still stays in the heart. But the present is so beautiful in its coziness and warmth. The intimacy is lovely in this poem. Very well penned! :-)
Boy do I know that guy very well --- the one hiding in his room. I think you have to keep trying, just a touch at least. The ones who shun are the ones who need love and invitation the most. They feel worthless, useless, like all they do is let people down. We always regret not trying if we give up on getting people to come out and join the party. Even if they never do, they will at least know they are loved and valued. Sometimes this can make the difference between having him be a recluse and having him be another suicide.
Thanks for your comments, Girl.
My heart holds pieces of broken Christmas's. I think thee is so much wonder in someone holding your hand. It is beautiful to sit peacefully where love lives.
I like your personification of Christmas past.
What a lovely write!
Thanks Kerry.
Thanks Linda.
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