*reblogging an old poem…
Beneath the sparkling surface
Under festive ribbons and bows
Behind stockings hung with care
Lurks another side to Christmas
Filled with despair
In the quiet night
sits a young mother alone
by the cracked ceramic jar
emblazoned with “Pennies for a Rainy Day”
She knows it won’t go far
Across town
the room begins to fill
with the homeless and the poor
Thankful for hot meals
No other gifts will grace their door
Up the stairs
in a silent apartment
an old man moans
Recording another holiday
spent all alone
As we hustle and bustle
and gather last minute things
We should all pause to think
All the forgotten during this festive time
Who live on the brink
Writing and Reflections 