I thought that growing up
in a broken home
was good
because Christmas lasted
a whole nother day
and Santa brought double the goods;
but now I see
that being married is better
because I still get the spoils,
of my divorced parents,
along with another Christmas
with a new family
and double the spoils.
family, memories
and a Christmas tree too
warm blankets and Luke 2
few constants exist in life,
but there will always be:
death and taxes
and the perpetual,
obsessive need
to save Christmas
every day now,
another one comes
with smiling faces
shot in happy places
filled with happy couples
looking devoid of troubles.
but an honest card came today
obstaining from
pictures,
places,
smiling faces;
speaking of
illness,
pain,
divorce,
death
hurrying to get through the letter
hurrying to get through the holidays
looking for hope in a new year
with no reason to hope that
anything will ever be any different.
the sieve and the sand 