*reblogging an old poem…
Beneath the sparkling surface
Under festive ribbons and bows
Behind stockings hung with care
Lurks another side to Christmas
Filled with despair
In the quiet night
sits a young mother alone
by the cracked ceramic jar
emblazoned with “Pennies for a Rainy Day”
She knows it won’t go far
Across town
the room begins to fill
with the homeless and the poor
Thankful for hot meals
No other gifts will grace their door
Up the stairs
in a silent apartment
an old man moans
Recording another holiday
spent all alone
As we hustle and bustle
and gather last minute things
We should all pause to think
All the forgotten during this festive time
Who live on the brink
A moving relevant poem, timely and so full of reminders of what Christmas is really about.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Reblogged this on Steps Times Two.
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I was touched by your words, it is easy to forget about people living in silence, in dark corners, in lonely houses when we are busy celebrating , thanks for reblogging this. Thanks for visiting my blog and following it! Wish you a Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year filled with all the beautiful moments!
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Thank you! Wishing the same to you 😀
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I’m glad you reblogged this. A truth during a season of glitz.
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Thanks. My husband and I just saw a story on the news about a toy drive and it reminded me of this post. So sad to think about people who are struggling, especially during the holidays.
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Thank you for putting things in perspective and giving a voice to those that are silenced.
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Thank you. It is easy to get caught up and forget what really matters. Merry Christmas, Harlon! May the New Year bring you all that is good.
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