sharon wildey

Rookie - 115 Points (Jennings County, Indiana)

Holidays For People Who Aren'T Real People Anymore - Poem by sharon wildey

Erase the Christmas tree
With your favorite ornaments
You know the ones you put on the tree since they were little
Since they were little, loving and easily amused

No presents for them or you
No surprises from someone who thought of something you might enjoy
No giving to them
Anything of value from your heart

No Easter baskets with those little yellow chicks
No dinners it took hours to prepare
And glasses of sparkling grape juice in wine glasses
Cherry tarts and cheese fondue
Gone as well

No Thanksgiving guests from foreign lands
The experience of hunger like no other
Followed by the nap of ages
And days of leftovers

All gone
You are gone as well
Replaced by the ghost of their memory
Shaded over with their self righteous distaste
Of the one who loved them

Sit alone on the holidays Mother
Sit alone
On the porch of history
And rock yourself to the rhythm of your ancestors

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a poem in a series inspired by the heartbreaking stories of parents who have been abandoned by their adult children.

Comments about Holidays For People Who Aren'T Real People Anymore by sharon wildey

  • Bronze Star - 2,513 Points Tony Karas (12/22/2012 10:07:00 AM)

    So terribly lonely and empty.... (((hug))) for you. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 22, 2012

[Hata Bildir]