across the street
a father and son are hanging
christmas lights
both smiling
mom comes out with cups
perhaps hot cocoa
and i think of my own father
and all the christmases past
when he was not around
and this is the gift
that can never be given
once the season is gone.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My dad left when I was very young.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
So sad Jon.
Thank you my friend.
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