Traditions

A winter wonderland

Surrounds us in the cold

The usual feeling of joy

Has finally lost its hold

When snow took over before

It was fine, and the same

Why couldn’t it stay that way

It burned in the fireplaces flame

The fireplace, a fake one, with fake flames

A filled paper, with a list, of gift names

Leftovers in the filled fridge

Another thanksgiving gone

A mom, grandmother, two aunts, and a child

Hum to a holiday song

A child has left the group

He lives not 4 blocks away

But his games will disappear if he leaves

So, he will not join today

A silly story with santa claus, and a chimney

A fake tree, with ornaments, hung by a family

Another member threatens to leave

But not by their choice

With them will be all of the traditions

A christmas song with no voice

But that does not change the boys mind

He will have more time

And he will do as he always does

And waste away at his prime

A craft fair, with doll clothes, made of nice fabrics

A football game, with jello shots, and field goal kicks

It hurts and it hurts

The other child screams as she cried

The place in her heart for traditions

Has a deep wound where it lied

In her soul built of bricks

And held up by pillars

She was stable, in comparison to others

A saint to the killers

Three trees, with ornaments, green and red

Golden lights, in decorations, fill the spread

But as a piece of her childhood died

One of the main pillars crashed

In hate, anger, and spitefulness

At the boy she lashed

Why couldn’t he understand

It wasn’t that hard to do

As she cries and rides back

Her safe place was scary and new

A tree, in a field of pine, the one that will fit

A priest, a brother and uncle, will be the one to choose it

Anxiety, lost breath, fear, and sadness

Takes a girl who want to remain a child

But the boy, 4 years younger than she

Has lost his will to remain innocent and wild

Let me go back

The short girl screams

Let me move forward

The little boy dreams

A christmas eve, spent in a garage, next to a farm

A garage, family and friends, in their fun there's no harm

Why does the world not cease its spin

The child's life has shattered

Because, she says, ever so calmly

Someone helped me breathe and told me I mattered

And that same person, they will need me

They will find air not going into their lungs

And in midst of my calm and their chaos

We will speak in our secret tongues

A gift, a day early, pajamas and a board game

Some pajamas, a little girl wears, every year never the same

She will try to breathe

And he will try to grow

Into a treacherous world

They shall go

Wish her luck for the future

she knows it will be needed

If only her words of change

By him, be heeded

A christmas, gifts under a tree, all in it’s position

The wrapping paper, ripped and discarded, like tradition