Fruit for the Christmas Table

Memories of Christmas float in my mind

Imbibing adults        tensions rise

Children quiver, hiding, resigned

No one heard       incanted cries

Presents thrown out no unwrap

Skin wrapped, blue and black

Sot coma    under pinesap

Wonderful life apt soundtrack


One thought on “Fruit for the Christmas Table

  1. As Christmas approaches I think of the kids who wish it was school day, who wake up Christmas morning hoping to get through the day without being attacked, who wish they didn’t belong to their family. Not autobiographical.

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