Xmas Forced Down My Throat
XMAS Forced Down my Throat
I'm 86 and just lost my 57 year old child
to breast cancer. I'm mourning in black and white
as is proper respect to the dead.
A colorless wreath on my door
spoke of my grief to others.
It's December and the world is alive
with Christmas. Bright lights and colors
and children giddy with excitement.
I keep seeing my girl in her grave.
My other children insist I carry on.
Forget the dead until Halloween.
They invade my home and vomit
Xmas decorations upon me.
My end can't be far off and I swear
on my deathbed I'll get in a final
word! Your sister was the kindest
child I had. She was my favorite.
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