The Madness of Love

The Unfestive Holiday

Most people think that holidays are the time of family celebrations, but for some...




This poem is a reminder that there are those who grieve during holidays, and others who are distraught because they do not have the family that television and Hallmark portray. These lines are for them.


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The Unfestive Holiday

         Our society abhors unkindness,

         yet holidays are acid rain.

         Hearts are tortured viciously

         by a month of valentines

         when loving couples, arm in arm,

         model brand new diamond rings

         that tear each wounded heart.

         And Father’s Day is all so good

         if your father is your friend,

         but what if your only memories

         are the nights he beat your mom?

         Or what if he really rates a card,

         but the grave is now his home?

         Mother’s Day is just as painful

         for couples who wanted kids,

         and those who once gave birth

         to children who never call.

         And, of course, we must remember,

         you can't send gifts to Heaven.

         So save me from the holidays

         and the Walton family smiles.

         Please bring the plainer days

         when I’m not showered by

         such hurtful, sad festivities,

         and their days of soured hopes.



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