'Christmas cheer
is not found here,
children, we are too poor.
What's left instead,
moldy and stale bread,
and no fancy wreaths on our door.
We'll have no tree
but something came to me
and it'll cure those blues of yours.'
Then Mother took lights,
and at tree height,
afixed them from ceiling to floor
Criss-crossed and V-ed
yes, it turned out to be
the most beautiful tree evermore...
And with that act,
I knew for a fact,
Mother deserved to be adored!
Then Father came in
reeking of his gin
looked upon this and was floored!
His face ghastly,
turned bitter and nasty,
Christmas lights from the wall he tore
'I'll have none of this! '
and he said with a hiss,
'Woman, you are a stupid wh*re.'
And he left a mess
kinda like us, I guess
as we all cried of Christmas's of yore
Still, as Mother was blue
She said, 'This was meant for you'
And the lights went on the wall once more
She said, 'Don't hate,
Father's anger will abate...
He is only sad that we are so poor.'
This happened to be,
Christmas of 1983,
the saddest of that I am sure.
But what I've learned...
love given is love returned
and happiness is something to fight for.
Very moving poem Lee. I wasn't sure what to expect from the title and I was very impressed with this one. It brought back many memories (for many different reasons) . Great job evoking emotions. Sincerely, Mary
The best poems come from personal experiences and this is one of them. May God bless you with much better Christmas days throughout the years.
a well painted piece of yours, Lee..There are some families also here in our country who have experienced like this. You picture your mother here as your guiding strenght and light..She is very patient and calm..No matter what, we should celebrate Christmas, because it's the birthday of our Lord..He is the reason for our celebration..I have a poem also, The Reason for the Celebration..thanks for sharing this with us, Lee..it's very touching.. take care always, .. here's my hugs, meggie
I can recall a few family gatherings similar to this one. My heart goes out to you Lee. Hugs, Dee
This is a perfectly painted, masterfully composed slap in the face of a wake-up call. You mke your reader think, and it hits 'right there'. Well done. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
**** (four stars) a sad picture, but one well painted, well done. x