You know it very well; as do I.
We feel it in the air,
It's gotten heavier all of a sudden.
December first.
Here is where tradition ends.
No longer do we put our tree up
Nor do we deck our halls with glitter and gloss.
Through the silly season, we mourn our loss.
The sun still belts down on us,
But instead of basking in it's shine
We shade our eyes and walk inside.
Hard to believe we made it last time.
They say what doesn't kill us
Continues to make us stronger.
So why are we so weak this year?
You said not to hold on to the haste
But what God did, it seems such a waste.
Nothing can distract us, not this time.
Not the summer heat or the Christmas carols,
Nor the hope for a joyous season.
If we make it through December,
God will owe us more than ever
For grieving is one thing,
But for us, it just seems cruel.
Author notes
G irl With Guitar
December 1st: The tragic death of a loved one.
A contest entry
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Comments
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I am very sorry for whatever happened this time of year that has made the holiday mournful for you.
I like the poem very much. -
amazing..
really good.
amazing take at the prompt.
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Forgot the clappy dudes,
and i just saw your mother display image, how very sad of you... very very sad. love you still though
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It's Slam isnt it? That's why its so hard in December. I've been thinking a little on it..
And it's a brilliant poem, emotive and you. And I love reading your writes, as much as i love writing mine. sometimes.
Keep writing, fairylands always waiting for us, it doesn't mind premature entries, but we're all needed around here for a little longer, we're needed by each other and others. I don't even know why I'm saying this.
Though I think I have a new idea for a poem. I talk in msn. loves
Claire-Anne
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