Home For Christmas Poem by cheryl davis miller

No home to go to for Christmas,
more than just the homeless can tout.
There's other's alone on Christmas;
so that's what this short poem's about.

Many my age do get lonely
especially at this time of year.
As children grow-up and marry
and parents must move to the rear.

I made those choices long ago.
That's when I decided to stay;
at home with my kids for Christmas.
So kids with the new toys could play.

Now years later, too late I fear;
I think that I made a mistake.
I should have gone home for Christmas.
Home's one place we should not forsake.

Now there is no ' home' to go to,
for mother and dad have passed on.
Sadly I taught my own children;
and my chance to go home is gone.

c.d.m. 12/ 24/13