Sandra Martyres

Rookie - 24 Points (5th October / Mumbai - India)

The Christmas Tree - Poem by Sandra Martyres

Dressed in tattered clothes
And an old rain coat
Two sizes too big for him
The little boy gazed longingly
At the Christmas tree
Standing outside
A large shop window
The sparking lights
Left him totally fascinated
As did the neatly wrapped
Gifts strewn at the base
Of the snow laden tree
'Who will be the lucky child
To open all those presents? '
He perhaps wondered quietly
As he settled himself slowly
On the cold ground outside
The flashy shopping arcade
Then closing his eyes he possibly
Dreamed a happy dream
For when he was found
Frozen to death in the morning
His face still wore a smile


Comments about The Christmas Tree by Sandra Martyres

  • (12/20/2009 1:34:00 AM)


    A POEM WITH A MESSAGE FOR ALL OF US! LATE MOTHER TERESA
    HAD GIVEN HER LIFE FOR THE POOR & DESTITUTE CHILDREN! DURING THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON LET US THINK & TRY TO DO SOMETHING POSITIVE FOR THESE CHILDREN! FOR THIS POEM 10!
    -Raj
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  • (12/8/2009 11:53:00 PM)


    Sandra, this poem sent me into an emotional melt down. Brilliant writing and it leaves such a powerful message to help people who are more unfortunate than we are. Christmas can be so sad for some people. 10 love Karin (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (12/7/2009 8:23:00 AM)


    Wow, so great in poetic heights,

    Great shows with frozen hearts
    Hypocrisy to life imparts.
    Dogs of the rich are fed on milk
    Wrapped in velvet clothes are glad
    But starving children cling to
    Mother's breast in chill unclad.
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  • Meggie Gultiano (12/6/2009 7:04:00 AM)


    What a heart tugging piece, Sandra..but i know you have this message loud and clear.
    Wise words, touching words..
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  • James Casey (12/6/2009 6:00:00 AM)


    Sandra, I know what you mean, I was that little boy, but I lived, and intend to tell my stories to all who'll listen.
    Heartbreaking to know that little children are deserted every day in this world and many die. Some live, but of thosemany choose not to tell their stories because people refuse to acknowledge the cruelty of man.
    Good Job
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  • (12/6/2009 2:18:00 AM)


    sad to die dreaming but you wote it so beautifully 10 (Report) Reply

  • (12/6/2009 12:29:00 AM)


    Aww gee. This reminds me of something terrible. I have seen photos of victims of
    the Holocaust, with beatific smiles on their faces; and they may have weighed all of 60 pounds; it was so horrific, and yet they died smiling, and truly that was the only beautiful thing I could see about their death, but somehow it seemed like some grace; at least something; as they were human beings, and no one could ever deserve the deaths we die down here; but to die with a smile, seems like a slight blessing even if everything else is hopeless. Even though no one should ever have to die like that, it looked as though they had peace at last in death. Wonderful story in here, to remind how precious our fellows really are. thanks Sandra (smile)
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 24, 2009


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