Holiday
Stolen Holidays
Stuffed on turkey and gravy The holidays made the days feel wavy Around my family I was always the clown And we liked to drive seeing the lights around town Nights spent playing video games past our bedtime Where time froze on a dime We snuck in the closet to get a peak at our presents Never understanding the word resentments Those are the holidays I miss them most Now a days no one wants to host So I travel far far away to the cold Finding someone else to hold I wish we could turn back time Before the clock struck midnight, echoing their chime Every year Santa came and left But every year it felt like theft Because my family stopped coming by And I kept asking Santa why So here I am halfway across the world with family on my mind Wishing those holidays were more kind
By Matthew Mccahey2 years ago in Poets
Finding Home
I woke up this morning feeling tired of life. My family in shambles causing bickering and strife. But I glanced out the window, and what did I see? The first snow had fallen and sparkling were the tree's. The ornaments across the yard, the shepherds and manger, brought me back home again no longer a stranger. I walked out the front door coffee in hand, inhaling the sweet crisp air of this now winter wonderland.🌨 There was a small girl making her angel in the snow. She laughed and she giggles, and little does she know… Big brothers sneaking up with a ball made of snow. ❄️ Taking me back to a child, oh how fast we do grow. She jumped up and ran screaming with glee. She started to hide as he counted one, two, three… He rounded the corner, and there she stood with a ball of her own, he didn't think she would. But she did indeed, a snowball right to the head. He laughed out loud saying let's make a snowman instead! ☃️ I couldn't keep watching, I had to go to work. Pulling out of my driveway, I saw the children lurk. That night I drove home slow, adoring the twinkle of colorful light I pulled up to my house, And gasped, because to my surprise There was a snowman in my yard who wasn't built by me. The children peeked out through their window, such a beautiful little family. He had kisses for eyes, and raisins for a smile. A card in his mittens that said “Haven't seen you in a while.” A note from my mom, stained now with a tear from my eye. It wasn't the little children who made this and I started to cry. I called up my mom, and my little brother too. The next night we got together and started making memories anew.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
