Coming Home for Christmas
A poem written on a Christmas Eve train ride home.
Coming home for Christmas
Warms me to the core,
It reminds me of a mistletoe kiss
And what life is really for.
To be with my family
Is all I could really ask,
Home is happiness’ key
It is my future, present, and past.
My mother still lets me talk for hours on end.
My sisters and brothers are my greatest friends.
We gather round that blessed tree,
There’s no place I’d rather be.
I don’t care about the money or expensive gifts,
The giggles and traditions are what I would really miss.
Because though we don’t have the largest home,
It’s cozy enough to bring me back from where I roam.
The lights twinkle in the darkness,
I look around and think “this is it”.
My parents are holding hands,
We celebrate the Son of Man
And how He made this all come true.
He’s present in our “I love you”’s
And my heart swells up with gratitude.
All I can think of is
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
About the Creator
Kensley Kay
I’m a 24 year old from the western United States. I enjoy writing poetry, short stories, romance, and creative fiction. Currently working on publishing an adventure romance trilogy on Amazon.
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