Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2020
Long-standing traditions, nowhere to be seen
Parents separated by an ocean,
I'm grateful for the family and friends I do have,
but this Christmas just doesn't feel right.

Where are the Christmas markets?
Where is that joy I've felt every other year?
Where is that sense of wonder and hope?
Where is the laughter and freezing of fingers?
Where are all the things I remember that always made up my Christmases?

I seek to always be grateful for what I have,
but the truth is,
this is hard.
and maybe that's okay to admit
Liz Carlson
Written by
Liz Carlson  19/F
(19/F)   
90
   Rob Rutledge
Please log in to view and add comments on poems