Below is the poem entitled Along for the Holiday's which was written by poet
Streeter. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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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*