A Christmas Song

A poor lady she was in the things she owned as material belongings,
Many times my eyes would see her looking in alley ways in the mornings.
In a small house with no electricity and holes in all of the walls she stayed,
Whenever I could I’d leave items I knew she needed or maybe craved.

She never knew where the items came from as she would sing a happy song,
I could tell that she often wondered about them as the food made her strong.
One Christmas Eve I noticed there was no fire burning to light the night,
My heart was sad because I knew that something was just not looking right.

Some gifts I left without making a sound in hopes that she would be back,
All through the night I kept driving by as the falling snow left my tracks.
The police took notice that I was hanging around and gave me a warning,
I couldn’t tell him about her for the fear of removing her as it was snowing.

Some warm clothes, a full meal for the holidays, and a wood burning stove,
She was so proud and didn’t ask for help and I was sorry as home I drove.
In front of my yard was a soldier in uniform and a lady that stayed a while,
She sang beautiful Christmas Carols to me with her son with a gifted smile.

A Christmas Song

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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