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The Ninth Of December

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The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last


By Karla Null~Godsgift~

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Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~









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  1. Date: 12/7/2010 5:26:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win Karla in Constance's "Saddest Christmas Ever"contest. Love,Carol

  1. Date: 12/6/2010 10:27:00 PM
    Ahhh, so sad, this is. I see you won tin the contest? congratulations with this well deserved win. Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 12/6/2010 6:45:00 AM
    So both of these events occurred on December Ninth? A sad irony here, Karla. Your mom did all she could to raise you well, and look at what you've learned. We do learn to find strength in our faith from events like this. My mom has been gone for 26 years now and I still miss her but she imparted much wisdom to which I still cling. Beautiful poem, Karla. Love and blessings, Carolyn

  1. Date: 12/5/2010 7:33:00 AM
    Congrats Karla on your big win in Constance's contest with this emotional and sensitive write my friend.. enjoy another top ten win today with luv..

  1. Date: 12/5/2010 6:44:00 AM
    Congratulations on this well deserved win in he contest of Constance, Karla

  1. Date: 11/22/2010 11:03:00 AM
    It ought to be sad enought Karla. You made me cry. Good luck, Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 11/22/2010 5:06:00 AM
    Superb write Karla among your tears of grief.. such a tragedy and strange events years apart.. I lost my Mom last Thanksgiving Day morning ... no festivities for any of us last year.. this year still hurts she is not here.. u have presented your poem with such emotional intensity my friend and I feel your pain as I share it with u during this holiday time... hope u have a good and Happy Thanksgiving u deserve.. MOM would want it so..luv..