Christmas Alone
Christmas
dinner for one is ready
One
piece of turkey, from the deli
A roast
potato, sprouts and the rest,
A
pudding and custard, but not the best
One glass
of sherry begins the event,
This
sets off the poignant torment
She raises
the glass above her head
An aim
to toast makes her sad instead
She’s alone;
they’ve all now passed away
There no
one to celebrate this festive day,
Her eyes
brim over with pain and sorrow
She hates
the thought of another tomorrow
It’s
Christmas day and I’m still here
So old
and alone, there is no cheer
She
downs the tipple in one swallow
Too morose
to eat, she leans forward to wallow
The food
she cooked is spattered with tears
It’s
Christmas, the first of many she fears
She’ll
be all alone, in this same sorry state
Wistfully
hoping a change in her fate
Will
permit her to join loved ones now spent
She
shrugs, but she hopes God hears her lament.
©June
Sciortino - 03/11/11
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