Last year
There was no
Christmas gift
From them
So I thought
Maybe they are
Cross with us
This year
There are no
Christmas lights
In their house
No surprise
As now I can
Surmise -
That the storm was
Brewing for a long, long time
For they were not cross with us
But with each other, and so they
Are now no longer living together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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