Holiday blues
About 3 years old
With curly hair
And big brown eyes
Hand in hand
All four of them
Walked into my bedroom
In the middle of the night
“I’m Sad”, one said and started to weep
Sorrow and Lonely joined in as if on cue
Crying too
I looked past them and saw Fear standing right behind
Too afraid to make a peep
“Come, my loves.”
I opened my arms wide
Never mind the interrupted sleep
I gathered them up
“It’s OK. I’m here.”
It took mere minutes
Sad stopped weeping
Sorrow sighed
Lonely loosened her grip
Fear relaxed
“Thank you.” They said
And climbed into my bed
Snuggled together
And fell back to sleep
When they wake up tomorrow
I’ll be there
To love them
My soft and tender holiday blues
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Well that was sad, but sweet and hopeful in the end. What does ‘Xuemei’ mean or represent?
I guess it wasn’t clear. Xuemei is a guest poet who wrote Holiday Blues. Thanks for your comment
I really like this. I think it really expresses how many people (young and old) feel after the hoopla of the Christmas season.