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.
MR
2021-1211
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