~ Picture Window ~


Amid the hustle of

Christmas rushers

Shoving for taxis

Carrying mountains of

Boxes wrapped too well

Wearing saccharin expressions

Betraying

Empty hearts

And wallets full of credit cards

to the tune of weary

Crying tots being dragged

Behind.



How sad the childless

Woman

Eyeing tiny dolls

And hearing our passing flurry

She dreams of a

Christmas

We'll never know



~betty elders ~



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