The Tears of Christmas
He sat on the floor,
felt the sad strains of the melody of life.
He looked down on the perfectly set scene.
It was almost as if he could not breathe.
Face down, he lay upon the carpet
his two children tucked, snuggled into bed
his wife, long since dozed off in the other room.
He might be better off without this holiday –
the one whose setting was perfect for regrets
maudlin days, sad constructs of the mind,
the one whose expectations could make a soul come up wanting.
He flipped on the TV, cycled through the descriptions
till the AMC Stewart Classic, “It’s a Wonderful Life”
popped onto the screen.
When George Bailey with bloodied lip
pulled the loose banister knob
and broke the final straw which held the weave
of his life’s tapestry together,
he remembered how at the end the visitors
poured through the door with gifts,
with words of how their friend touched them –
– he realized that his life was not so broad –
no deep abiding fairy tale –
tomorrow there would be no throngs to uplift his soul,
expectation never meets reality.
He arose, then turned to see the Babe,
unplugged the white light of the evening
and climbed the stairs into the night.
Two perfect gifts for the readers in your life, or hostess gifts, or stocking stuffers.
Consider purchasing my book, “I Have His Letters Still” – Poetry of Everyday Life (150 pages – $11.95) Order on Amazon, http://tinyurl.com/RayBrownAmazon
An inexpensive ($2) Ray Brown ePoetry Chapbook, Poetry of the Season – “Christmas”, six inspirational and thought provoking poems. Purchase for Kindle readers on Amazon or Free Downloadable applications for your PC, iPhone, iPad , BlackBerry, and Android. http://tinyurl.com/RayBrowneBookChristmas2010