Christmas at Home

Warmth spreads

winding it's way

through the tinsel filled 

halls.

The tree 

illuminates the

open room.

Ornaments 

dangle, showing 

their wealth.

The mysterious 

black cat

winds its way around 

the bottom of that 

accursed tree.

The blinds open for all 

to see.

The half frozen girl  stands

on the sidewalk

outside.

Snow piles up

around her.

Her ragged clothes

hold no warmth.

She trudges forward

aimlessly.

She reaches a stoop of

an abandoned home.

Climbing the 

unforgiving stairs

she huddles in

all warmth 

abandoning her. 

Suddenly she remembers this house

and these stairs

she remembers the

tree that use to sit

in that living room. 

It was her house

when her parents still

cared.

It use to be

warm

her safe haven. Now

she curls up on the 

abandoned front porch,

spending Christmas 

at home one

last time.

Reviews

[Sylvana]

It was all cute.. then all sad. D:
My brother said it is a good poem. Feel praised, eh?