WAITING FOR A REFILL ON CHRISTMAS EVE

   


        Who lives the candied lives
            of greeting cards?
                Old Santa's just the first
                    of many lies.
        Who dare resists
            when every song bombards us,
                makes us spend, consume,
                    our life despise.
        What if your past
            was filled with scenes of strife?
                Of feasts of gall, betrayal,
                    unsettled scores?
        What if
            as captive kids
                you lived your life a hostage
                    trapped in dinner table wars.
        If mandatory cheer
            just makes you mad,
                escape allotted bonds, genetic chains,
                    renounce the bad,
                        refuse what makes you sad,
                            create traditions new
                                of what remains.
        How can you feel included,
            safe and calm?
                Just call that late night diner waitress,
                    "Mom."

 

 

 

Reviews

[A sea person]

Thank you for submitting this to my contest! Sorry it took so long for me to get around to reading it! :)

Great job!

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