Hollow Holidays
A Christmas Poem
Dec 28, 2024
The twinkle of lights,
a hollow glow.
Such a cheer-filled world,
where sorrow grows.
kids laugh,
yet they feel so far,
A fragile heart bears a lasting scar.
The table’s set,
and yet,
a place stands bare,
A quiet absence fills the air.
Gifts remain unopened,
the tree seems cold,
with all the picture,
memories of love,
more precious than gold.
Amidst the pain so deep,
Love lingers still,
keeping its vigil.
In every ornament,
every light,
Their spirit glows in the darkest night.
Grief is a love that won’t let go — a tender ache that won’t show. Through the holidays, let us remember those whom we lost, for we are carrying the ones we’ve loved to the end.
