Christmas
supposed to be joyous and filled with love
maybe some or none at all
to many people to please
Run to Grandma's
growing older and oh so fragile
doesn't even want to celebrate anymore
and yet i still bother with it
Dash to mom's house
seemingly blissful
yet hurt
she really cares?
Race back to Dad's
now of course mad
Christmas at home
now made so sad
Maybe Jake will be there
God i hope so
never home always away
come on, It's Christmas
Then, we break to the relatives
people get happier finally
everyone is talking
And will Jake show
And finally slowly, fraily
we make our way home
And on Christmas who is we?
is it we?
or just me
I can definitely relate to this one... I hope things get only better for you girl. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one is touch sad...quite expressive though...may you find your xmas soon...and I am sure u shall find it..not under the tree but in your heart