Prose - Light a Candle

Not every smile is real
In seemingly happy times
Not everyone rejoices
Hearing Christmas chimes
If your child is blessed
With presents from St. Nick
Give thanks with them
For this wonderful moment
Look into your heart
And let the tears flow
This is your time
To watch memories grow
But light a candle
When you are alone
To think of those
Whose joy is on loan
From the past
Or a movie
Or a place
Or overheard reverie
Your gift to strangers
Of understanding
That they may not share
A happy Christmas morning
Will be remembered
In heaven as on earth
For one day it may be
That you question your worth
Even as no man is above another
We are witness to inner pain
Receive your blessings humbly
And remember not to complain
For those who sleep in the cold
Of loneliness, neglect and fear
Would trade places with you
Because they also love what you hold dear

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Storytellersrus 5 years ago from Stepping past clutter

SP, this poem is so bittersweet. I feel like there is something going on inside you that is coming out very sad sounding. Hope all is well and you are thinking of the unemployed masses and not your own struggling family! Happy holidays, Barbara

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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Storytellersrus - Thank you for the good wishes and your comment. Yes... there is some personal baggage filtering through here... mainly being apart from my children due to a bad marriage.... but it will work itself out... I think I'm too sensitive sometimes for my own good.

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nighthag 4 years ago from Australia

A beautiful poem in so many ways, expressive and yes somewhat bittersweet. I wish you joy this holiday season

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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@nighthag - Thank you. I'm just trying to remember those who don't have many blessings.

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