My Holiday
An empty house cold and dreary,
no joy just sorrow and ever so weary.
No tree or decorations to show,
just me and my thoughts living here all alone.
No daughter to hold and say I love you this Christmas day,
no gift exchanges with my wife no embracing or holding her tight.
For all that I've done it's still not enough,
loosing my family when times got tough.
And all I can do is to feel so ashamed,
hope for the best, this is my holiday.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2006
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