THANKS_GIVING Little
12-26-25
All the trappings...
Turkey,
Ham,
Mashed potatoes...
..A beggar child standing on a corner.
Pumpkin pie,
Blueberry,
Cherry,
and mom's apple pie...
..Missiles writing death across burning skies.
A Christmas Carol,
It's a Wonderful Life,
How The Grinch Stole Christmas...
..A scruffy, unbathed woman sits under a stoplight at a median.
Little boy smiles at his shiny, new bike,
Sister squeals at her dollhouse,
Mom and dad exchange gifts...
..Close the door,
Close my eyes,
At the homeless and the poor,
Walking by...
..Happy New Year!
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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please read my stories
Thank you. I am too old. My heart tires and I hurt for everyone and every living thing. I see so much hate and I hate the hate, the cruelty and I can only write about it as aspirin for my pain.
This was so sad. Loved your poem!