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This holiday season, for whatever reason, don't be secluded from family and friends.
Johnny was release early from prison right around two-weeks before Christmas and a
little reluctant too go home the thought of starting in the direction cross his mind again
and again. So finally he went, the smell of mom's turkey in the oven could be smell from
almost a block from her home. Johnny knocks on her door, one of his little neices goes to the
door and opens it, grandma someone at the front door he hears her mention as she's in the
kitchen preparing the festive meal and she almost faints when she herself see who's at the
door. Call them listen as their heart, will be fill with joy, johnny remember the pastor tells
him as he was constaplating about going, so instead the pastor say to him "call them then".
The Spirit of Christmas has lead of him to go home, and it is the best give of all, as he hear
mom say, "Thank you God", because even though she prays that he'll be realease soon she
was not expecting to she him. Tear's form real thick in johnny eye's when he enter in the
house, in mom's eyes as well. "I got release early and as bad as I've been, that got me sent
to prison in the first place. I was scare to come home". Mom calls up his sister and their un-
cle, soon the house is crowded with folks. We all make mistakes in life my son his uncle
tells him as they talk man to man away from the chaos as the family started singing and
everyone is cheerfully happy!.. Mom finally gets him to herself, " the Sun will always shine,
and the moon and the star's will be in place, the whole year should be like Christmas for
all who share this day along", "for my Lord Saintified X-MAS, to bring one lost back home".
Thank you momma for your prayer's (its) the only thing that kept me strong. "They hug, his
shoulder becomes moist with wetness and so does hers, their loniness is replace with Joyfull-
ness". * Merry Christmas to all the Poetry-Soup Family*
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Fish or chicken
Try Veggie burgers
Try Fried tofu
Try Eggplant slices
Try tuna or broiled egg
Try turkey or soy links
Try lentils and rice
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
Love is a season
And holidays mark the seasons, like signs in the road
Reflecting the bumps in our journey, but showing us a way back home...
Sixteen, in pajamas, watching the rain pelt down
It was long past midnight, Christmas eve
Twinkling lights on one house across the road, stared back at me
It was if they were trying to fill our void with color
The block was filled with a hundred black windows
And the blackness somehow seemed more appropriate
There was no Christmas tree in our house this year
I suppose Dad felt it was too soon, or perhaps just the effort to get through each day
had taken all the strength he had...
We had stayed up and watched a Christmas program together...
It was Perry Como, I think....somehow I remember how he sang "Ava Maria"...
My brother had come home from the Air Force earlier that week
He had helped bring us a bit of cheer....at least for awhile...
but he had been called back to duty, and I missed him terribly...
The house was silent after Dad had gone to bed
I wasn't sleepy....and it was lonely looking out at the cold night
It seemed the whole world was sleeping,
getting ready for the sun to shine on Christmas morning...
I started to head for bed, but noticed a light had been left on in the front coat closet
I opened the door, and looking up, to pull the chain, I noticed the box...
The little box that kept the sugar cube house
It was one that Mom and I had made together when I was 8 years old...
Little sugar cubes stacked into walls and a roof, glued together with red frosting.
We had copied one out of her Ladies' Home Journal....surrounding it with little trees, and
people skating on a mirror for a pond, things we had found at the 5 and 10 cent store
Carefully packed away last year, on Mom's last Christmas....
Throughout the night, I sat in the dimness of the house, laying out the sugary scene on the
fireplace mantel....as Mom would have done .
When the freckled morning moved into day...
I woke on the sofa...Dad sitting next to me. He had covered me with a warm blanket.
He held me and we cried together.
After breakfast....he disappeared outside, and soon came in carrying a sorry looking branch
from our old evergreen tree.
We decorated that bedraggled branch...it wasn't the most beautiful tree we had ever had
But it brought Christmas back to my family...
For Constance La France's contest "Your Saddest Christmas Ever"
On the day before Christmas 1997 I was in a supermarket
Saw many people,I thought it’ll take long time to buy gifts
Christmas getting more and more annoying every year,
Cursed and wondered if kids really play with costly toys.
Noticed a small boy pressing doll against chest, touching hair
Looking sad,asking granny if she has enough to buy the doll
She asked to wait, looked around, left the boy with the doll
I walked to him, and asked who he wanted to give the doll to.
He said “The doll my sister wanted the most this Christmas”
I replied,”Don't worry, Santa would bring it to her after all.
The boy said,” I don’t think Santa can give where she is now
My mom will carry it as she's about to go to see God soon
I told Dad,tell mom not to go, wait my return from the market
I reached my pocket,had enough for the doll and some spare
The granny came, I left market finishing shopping differently.
On my way home, I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.
Then,remembered having read the news of a drunk truck driver
Hitting a car in which there was a young lady and a little girl
The little girl died right away and the young lady was in coma.
Next day,read the news that the young lady has passed away.
Bought roses, went to the mortuary where dead body exposed
Saw her in coffin,the photo of the boy and the doll on her chest.
**Unfortunately it is a true story except my going to the mortuary
though I wanted it much but could not as I was a foreigner in
those days. My only pasttime was to visit Malls and reading newspapers.
Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh place win in
Contest: My "Saddest" Christmas Ever sponsored by Constance la France
NO SANTA CLAUS?
Brother Billy told him,
“Aint no Santa Claus”
Timmy didn’t want to believe his sibling
Just the very name of Santa was magic –
Those fur-lined endings
The colorful red suit
Splendid black boots
Wide leather belt
And that snowball on top of his hat
“Delivers presents to the world?” scoffed Brother Billy
“Aint no way!”
But Timmy, at Christmas time, didn’t think with his head
Timmy thought with a child’s imagination
And the season gathered his conscious round with colors,
music and sweetness
Mom and, especially, dad didn’t object to Billy’s scolding
“Timmy after all is old enough now” dad advised mom
“I’m never putting on that damn suit again!”
Timmy thought and thought
Couldn’t sleep that Christmas Eve night for thinking
He positioned himself on the seat at the big bay window in
his room wrapped in a blanket knees up to his
shoulders and watched the moon
Watched till his eyelids began to droop
Mom found him asleep around 1:00 a.m.
She and dad had been busy wrapping presents
She lovingly picked him up and put him to bed with
Growl his big stuffed bear
Around 2:30 a.m. – mom had been thinking and thinking
just like Timmy – mom checked to see if dad was asleep
Then! grabbing the jingle bells from under the tree
She climbed the stairs to Timmy’s room opened the door
a crack looked around as though anticipating escape
Then! with a joyful smile shook the bells vigorously!
I’d save up all of my extra pennies in a shoebox beneath my bed,
And each night before I went to sleep I’d spend them in my head.
Sometimes I’d spend the whole darned stash on something just for me,
But sometimes I’d imagine myself on a less selfish shopping spree.
When Christmas came I’d take out the box and count whatever I had,
And try to decide how much I could spend on my brothers, mom and dad.
Way back then you’d be surprised what you could get for just a buck,
Coloring books, marbles and puzzles or maybe a toy pick up truck.
My dad would get a tie that could brighten up any room,
And for mom there was always a bottle of Walgreen’s best perfume.
I could buy a gift for each member of my family for just five ninety-eight,
And have enough left over for a Payday bar and go home feeling great.
Then I’d wrap the gifts and label them and put them beneath the tree,
I’d set them all towards the front so they’d see they came from me.
And after they’d opened their gifts and Christmas wishes had all been said,
I’d go upstairs and drop a couple of pennies into the shoebox beneath my bed.
She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them in a pan,
Mixes up her sage and onion and stuffs it in the bird,
Along with some pork sausage meat that’s been pre-prepared,
She takes apart the oven, to fit the turkey in,
Hangs it up with bits of string, there’s no room in the tin,
Wraps sausages in bacon, in case they catch a chill,
But makes sure they‘re all cooked thoroughly, so the family won’t get ill,
Cooks the bird for hours, while the table’s being laid,
With all the finest crockery (and some of lower grade),
Makes space around the table, brings in extra chairs,
Adorns the place with candles and other Christmas wares,
Lays out a Christmas cracker in everybody’s place,
Complete with rather tacky joke, no doubt of a straight face,
And brings out all the condiments, the pickles and the sauce,
The salt and pepper, the mustard and radish known as “horse”,
Next she makes the starter, the simplest course by far,
A cocktail made up of prawns and a sauce out of a jar.
The family then all piles in, and argues over seats,
The children are already full of chocolates and treats,
Grandmother is mumbling, “Kids should be seen not heard”,
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Mum’s wrestling with the bird,
She tries to carve up slices, but ends up with turkey chunks,
While Dad and Gramps have become a pair of Christmas drunks,
They start an argument about which wine goes with the meat,
And restless children run around, not staying in their seat,
Mother tries to keep her calm and bravely soldiers on,
But the roasties are all blackened and the sprouts are over done,
Mum enters the dining room looking very puffed,
She throws the turkey down and shouts ,“There you go! Get stuffed!”
18th November 2012
'Twas just him and his thoughts in that cold and lonely hole,
Awaiting the sergeant's dreaded muster to begin the night's patrol.
For days the weary soldier had been on the line in bitter battle,
'Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the musket's steady rattle!
'Twas Christmas Eve and he was far from home in Afghanistan.
He was barely eighteen years old but had quickly become a man.
In the fading light he read from Luke the story of that Glorious Night,
That gave him hope and warmed his soul despite his precarious plight.
He turned the pages of his Bible to the soothing Twenty-third Psalm,
To read again that beautiful passage - that reassuring message of calm.
A bright star shone over his lonely post reminding him of Bethlehem,
And the star that topped the tree at his home in far away Birmingham.
His thoughts turned to home and better times with his Mom and Dad.
He mused upon Christmases past and the good times that they'd had;
The good food his Mom prepared and presents beneath the tree.
Alas, Christmas dinner this year would be cold coffee and an MRE.
During the lull in battle he saw from afar a winding camel train,
And shepherds herding their bleating flocks across that desolate plain.
Such a peaceful yet poignant scene, he mused, 'midst the gore of war,
Reminding him once again of that first joyous Christmas Eve of yore!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him as much as I did
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)