I CAN’T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS

Another parent waiting
death takes its hurried time
and I’m too used to its deceit.
It waits to greet us when the holidays near,
as it has twice before. No more,
“Home for the holidays”, no more
“I’ll be home for Christmas”. Only
requiem in red and green. It has gotten
to be quite mean. I lied. I can wait for
Christmas. But it won’t wait for me!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2014
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