Font Color='#880000'Christmas Eve [english Sonnet]/Font - Poem by David Zvekic
Much work I have to do - these gifts need wrapping;
Bright ornaments to hang on this old tree,
But guilt raises its whip - I feel it snapping:
The horror Christmas eve holds over me.
An envious uneasiness has found me,
As yearning I prepare for evening's meal.
How much I could forget, the night reminds me,
Such emptiness no son should ever feel.
This eve I've held the darkest apparition,
Much like disquiet scratching through my mind,
But little will I ponder my condition,
Preferring to keep weeping far behind.
The dead don't celebrate with one another,
But Christmas is not Christmas without mother.
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