A Sad Christmas
She wakens from a dream. The phone just rang!
The dream about her kids now flees her head.
They’re gone - her nest of children! And that bird
who’d built a nest with her has snuck from bed.
She treads the hall, then hears his lowered voice.
He’s saying, “Dear, I’m sorry we’re apart.”
She knows the time has come to make the choice-
to stay or go. . . and faster pounds her heart.
She takes two bags she’d packed two weeks ago
and places underneath the tree a note,
the one she wrote the day there came first snow
of winter when she’d run without a coat
and screamed into a night that streamed white tears.
A plane awaits; she leaves her shackling fears.
Dec. 8, 2018 for
Dear Heart's A Sad Christmas - December 2018 Writing Challenge - Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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