He tries to remember
the reason for the season
as he counts the money
wich is far less than days.
I watch in silence
wanting to say something
without making it worse;
nothing comes to mind.
We must face
big, blue, expecting eyes
and watch them shed tears
that should freeze
cold as it is in here.
Innocence fades quickly
as they are told that Santa
is not real. That even though
they were nice, no gifts
will grace our ghetto tree.
I utter a soundless prayer,
as I slip into his arms.
Ever grateful that at least
we are all together.
Author notes
1. The poem has to be between 12 lines and 30 lines.
22
2. Must have at least one character within the poem. The character may be human, personified object or animal. The character may not be a mystical creature or a snowflake.
Human characters
3. Must have a winter theme but can not be solely about winter, snow or the holiday season.
It is about the holidays but not solely.
4. Must mention the color blue.
Mentions the blue of their eyes...and they really are blue.
A contest entry
- snowflakes and icicles and numb little hands by Annalise.
2000 points, ended December 26, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ah, yes. The pain of being a parent and not meeting the expectations of little ones. I know that feeling.
Very nice poem you have here.
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Very good write. Really shows how children think when they find out about Santa. Well done and good luck in the contest.
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