Sara Kendrick Poet Villanelle

Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone

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Kim Hilliker January 2, 2010 at 3:40 AM Most of us know that feeling. Nice write.

Monica Nealy December 22, 2009 at 8:00 PM sad yet beautiful piece. great write

Doris Culverhouse December 22, 2009 at 4:58 PM sad, you want what you don't have

Constance La France December 22, 2009 at 1:45 PM This is sad and beautiful, let me brush a tear away. I would love to return to a Christmas such as you describe, diry dishes and all...for I stand alone...just like that Christmas tree... and thanks for your comment on my poem, every once in awhile, as for black squirrls, we have plenty here in Canada, and brown, and grey ..lots of variety...

Linda-Marie Sweetheart December 22, 2009 at 8:59 AM I feel for u in this one Sara.. but so beautifully penned.. I keep my tree up all year round to keep that same spirit as the holiday brings with family and friends around happily... thankxxx ..this is a beautiful write... blessings... luv.. Linda-Marie..

Richard Pickett December 22, 2009 at 4:44 AM Pretty much sums it up, when the little ones grow up....Seems like the family gatherings sort of dry up... Nicely penned as always Sara....Thanks for all your kind comments on my work.....Taz

Lynette Chachere December 21, 2009 at 8:32 PM no one should be alone around holidays.it's depressing.nice write -Lynette

Jeralynn Clark December 21, 2009 at 5:35 PM Nice form Sara, and such a sentiment from my own heart as well. Life does change, but repeats itself, over and over. Happy Holidays Jeralynn

John Freeman December 21, 2009 at 4:02 PM It is a lonesome time when th family has gone. For a brief time it seems we are together for holidays, but there will be another day when all thing will be together as one forever. Sincerely, Love, Moses

James Fraser December 21, 2009 at 2:35 PM Sara, this is a lovely poem which will relate to many many families >> James

Mary Meade Stephenson December 21, 2009 at 11:03 AM A wonderful write you have penned here Sara...can feel the emotions emanating from every word. Thanks so much for sharing. Many thanks too for your taking the time to read my writes and your kind comments are always appreciated! Have a blessed day~Mary

L'Nass Shango December 21, 2009 at 10:35 AM Out of that moment of finality comes the emptiness that begs the cycle repeat ... and only you could make it so magical and still real.

Carrie Richards December 21, 2009 at 7:39 AM I can feel this poem in my heart, as a parent and grandparent. We become used to this quiet house, until they have come home again...but it seems too quiet when they leave. Merry Christmas, Sara! ~ Love, Carrie