I missed her this year, just like every year
Christmas Eve of '83
I went to bed in hopes of Santa
and woke to find my Pop wailing in
the hallway like a wounded
creature it
was the longest hall I've
ever bothered walking
She had wrapped a round-red
stuffed mouse and laid
it under her tree with
my name written in her shaky hand
I've never been able to
let that poor animal go -- mended
a hundred times by a 9, 10, 20 year old
in the hopes that Santa will bring
Nanny back
for sugar cookies and
water when it rains
on her back porch.
Author notes
Written January 10th, 2005
A contest entry
- The 2 Feelings I Hate The Most.. Do You? by Gendatalia.
500 points, ended January 12, 2005, 10 entries
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Very moving. Thank you for sharing this poem
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Hey doll, nice to see ya, showing how this site works...mail me!
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Aw, I agree with the other commenters, somethings you just remember from your childhood, well done for sharing
thanks for entering and good luck!
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this is such a good bit of writing. Somethings you will hold close to you no throughout your whole life.
beautiful
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Great write. Brought tears of my nan
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Excellent job! I really enjoyed this piece! Keep writing!
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