Nothing Like Waking Up Christmas Morning

For my Aunt who struggled with depression. She hung herself in the bathroom Christmas Eve- we found out Christmas morning. We were supposed to see her at 2pm at my grandma's house.

Christmas is near
The air filled with joy and cheer
We're bring in the New Year
All is good here

Nothing like waking up Christmas morning!

The phone is ringing
The birds are singing
The kids are springing
We're all damn swinging

I roll outta bed
When, suddenly, my heart sped
Thoughts spinning in my head
Straining to hear what's being said

I hear Mom on the phone
And I can tell by the tone
The news cuts to the bone
When it's known

Nothing like waking up Christmas morning?

Before I'm even told
My body feels so cold
In fear of the story to unfold
That could not have been foretold

Happiness is just subjective
Her mind was ineffective
Our feelings are all, collective
We feel so defective

The scenario was worst case
Tears streamed down my face
Any ounce of joy soon replaced
The misery quickly filled this place

Nothing like waking up Christmas morning...

After the call
We find out she took the fall
Ended it all
In the bathroom stall

Supposed to meet at 2
I guess our plans fell through
Yet we're all still waiting for you
To come too

How we wish you could've of held on
But now you're gone

We will spend our whole lives missing you
Just waiting for 2

Nothing like

Author's Note

Rough copy, I'm not a poet. I've never wrote a poem outside of school, but just felt like I needed to write my feelings out and tell the story.