The first time I wrote this was probably about two years ago, so it's an old one! However, I editted it recently. To tell the truth, I don't really know why I like it so much, but this is one of my favorite poems that I have written.
Editted February 13, 2011
The places are all empty;
The smiles gone away.
The presents are a plenty
Because it's Christmas day.
Where have the children gone?
Will they soon be back?
They left but only one,
The eldest of the flock.
The Christmas tree is waiting.
Lone, a figure there,
Stooped low, for he is crying.
There's presents everywhere!
All the children, gone away.
Their laughter is no more.
On this quiet Christmas day,
The children are no more.
For now they are all mothers
In their happy homes,
And they have left their father
Home alone. All alone.
The presents are around him;
The lights give no cheer.
Spreading round, but for just one
Are presents, everywhere.
His wife has long since passed away,
His daughters are gone.
All they left this Christmas day
Is presents for just one.
1 comment:
Dear Esty,
I know why you like it so much. The rhyme and rhythm make the poem flow very smoothly. And because the poem tells a story which, at first, makes one think it's about something, then at the end, it's not what we thought. It was an unexpected ending, and most readers like that.
Good job with the poem! You're pretty good, and getting better, I see. :D
Sincerely,
M.E.
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