The children sat shivering alone in the house
cold and hungry in a squalid home
no Christmas tree or decorations were here
in their short lives never known
to have warm clothes and much food to eat
it would be a miraculous treat!
Dad came around to hurt and shout at mum
and was always very drunk
but they saw many uncles coming and going
when their mum was there
never gave any cuddle's nor showed kindness
they never knew happiness!
Alone once more on the eve of Christmas day
left to see it in with nothing
they only had each other no presents for them
rummaging in the ***** kitchen
such a pitiful sight listening to the happy voices
of neighbouring children with choices!
They held hands staring longingly out the window
hoping a kind person would come
to give them compassion some love and food
their mum did not seem to bother
to tired went to their ******* strew bedroom
a drunk mum would soon loom!
As children woke to see what Father Christmas
had brought for each of them
these three little ones dreaded yet another day
empty miserable and without care
at a time that is supposed to be filled with joy
on the birthday of a holy boy!
The Foureted Poet.
At Christmas there are many children that will have nothing not even love! The Foureyed Poet.