She sees the holidays a bit differently than you do |
"Money Isn't Everything?" I'm hungry We had nothing to eat last night. Mom had to send us to bed with only a smile and a hug, before she turned away, trying to hide a tear. I'm hungry because the place where we go for our meals didn't get enough donations so they had to turn us away. I know Mommy tried hard, but baby sister is still sad because she won't get her dolly. Not for her birthday last month, and not for Christmas this year. Sister's crying because the place where we go for Christmas presents was robbed last week, so they had to turn us away. Dad hasn't been here for a long time. When he was, we were sent to bed with tears and bruises, no hugs, no kisses, no smiles. Brother is always mad, so he does what Dad did. He thinks it's ok to hurt us --it's all he knows. The bell-ringer by the red bucket at Christmas gives me a warm smile. Makes me wish I had money to give for people whose lives are sadder than mine. But mostly what I wish for when I go to bed and pray is the money that could make my mommy stop crying all the time. Starr Rathburn November 19, 2001 --- This is a work of fiction, written after reading an article in the newspaper at Christmas-time. May the Blessings of Christmas remind us all of how lucky we really are! Blue awardicon from Brae . Featured in the For Authors Newsletter 6/8/2012. poetry from the shadows of "My Midnight Heart" . |