The grey skies
Of Winter
My heart wrapped
In the clouds
My footsteps
On gravel
Beneath snows
Crunching sound.
The neon lights
Of the season
Carols are sung
Music plays loudly
Childrens echo
Begun.
The Xmas clock chimes
Merely five feet away
Bobble hat soaked
The sound of the sleigh
Santa Claus passes
Delight to the crowd
Children on shoulders
Of parents so proud.
But the grey skies
Of Winter
My heart wrapped
In the clouds
My footsteps
On gravel
My child
No longer around.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: July 7th, 2025 02:33
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem presents a recently divorced father fighting for access to his child, a court process that is one lengthy, expensive process, his feelings at xmas
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Comments3
A touching write that many will relate to, a difficult thing to cope with especially when little ones are involved, nicely expressed and written
very kind, appreciated and thanks
You are very welcome
Tough a difficult situation well portrayed in this touching poem of sadness. Nicely written
thanking you
Love it
most kind, thanking you appreciated
You're welcome
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