Saturday, December 11, 2021

Overheard at Table 4: Christmas Poem 11

Christmas Poem 11

Wife in El Salvador,
A son in San Antone.
Daughter in her apartment
On the other side of town.

Got another son:
We haven’t spoken in years.
I still send out prayers
That I hope he somehow hears

The houses on my block
Have all put up their lights.
Starting to feel like Christmas,
'Cuz it just got cold tonight.





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