Belonging
People live here
watching the time
waiting for something
they don’t even know why
Children running in the playground
teenagers on the phone
adults driving around
Screams laughs
tears smiles
worry love, old lifestyles
Showing their parents arts-crafts
curving up their faces’ smiles
looking out for them even from the sky
Family shares love, love, love
Gathered at the table
together on Christmas day
writing on the slate
who is winning at the game
Frost on the windows
fogged up glass
enjoying that time
having a real blast
Handing gifts
with signs on the cards
Santa is here
he just landed on the yard
Family shares love, love
Grandma in the kitchen
cooker turned on
red gloves and apron
scent of eggnog
Turkey or goose
pecan pie cinnamon rolls
every state a tradition
but family is international
Parents around the fire
children run towards them for a hug
they warm up their souls
like a hot chocolate at the bar
Family shares and loves
Hearts pumping on the beat of Mariah and Bublè
until the pure white snow melts.
Surrounded by a pink flowered grass smell spring comes,
see you Christmas in nine months.
Posted on November 25th, 2019 by emarzotto01
Filed under: City, People
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