by Pete Marshall
We walked along the beach today;
the waves lay calm and lapped the shore
but joys were gone for little ones
who traipsed to school just like before
their dreams had come and warmed our home
where fire hearths had gently glowed
and song was sung and peace was known
but now its gone, we’re home, alone.
We took the tree down today;
as winds blew forth through open doors
that brought the angel to the floor
with sparkles boxed and stored once more.
I shed my first tears today;
as letters fell through broken doors
that crept like claws through darkened jaws
and laid upon an unswept floor.
I went to bed today;
and pulled the covers close & tight
and waited for the little ones
to come once more and bring forth light
that’s left this house we still call home
where fires died and never glow
no songs are sung now peace has flown
and Christmas next, at home, unknown.
Today my children went back to school, we took the decorations down and said goodbye to Christmas. Yet still I remain unemployed...and wonder whether this Christmas will be the last in our home!
This poem is for One Shot Wednesday, at One Stop Poetry, which opens 10pm UK time tonight.
image courtesy creative commons flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/joygant/