on Christmas day I drank red wine
in a mood of sacrilegious festivity
I played old records with a dull needle
and they sounded better than before
I cranked up Hank Williams
I could still hear her sobbing
after all those years I could still hear
my mother’s disappointment
About the Creator
Christopher Francis
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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