Christmas At The Orphanage Poem by Bill Knott

Christmas At The Orphanage

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But if they'd give us toys and twice the stuff most
parents splurge on the average kid, orphans, I submit, need more than enough;
in fact, stacks wrapped with our names nearly hid
the tree: these sparkling allotments yearly
guaranteed a lack of--what?--family?--

I knew exactly what it was I missed as we were lined up number rank and file:
to share my pals' tearing open their piles
meant sealing the self, the child that wanted
to scream at all You stole those gifts from me;
whose birthday is worth such words? The wish-lists
they'd made us write out in May lay granted
against starred branches. I said I'm sorry.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Walterrean Salley 29 November 2016

Christmas At The Orphanage, something many have never experienced, and hopefully never will.

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Molaire Jules 07 August 2007

''Congratulations on your work, Mr. Knott! ''

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Bill Knott

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Carson City, Michigan
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