Tonight, Jesus Won't Be Born

by Abed   Dec 9, 2014


Tonight, Jesus won't be born.
Trees, ornaments, nativity sets,
and garlands, everything will stay
packed in storage, for people
are too busy sewing coffins
and searching for unoccupied tombstones.
Tonight, lights will barely glow,
and unlike what the weather
forecaster said, snow is too fragile
to fall on the hearts of those
who buried their joy.

"Mom, what does a Christmas spirit feel like?"
A seven year old wonders,
reading in a burnt textbook
upon the ruins of her home.
"Warm," her mother says, gazing at the
open sky above, "it feels warm."
"And what's warm supposed to feel like?"
The daughter stutters,
her small teeth twitching in cold.
"Home," the mother says,
hugging the girl tightly to her chest,
so as to hide her tearful eyes,
"it's supposed to feel like home."

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    This piece highlights how Christmas feels to many people.
    On one hand we have the warmth of people that can have anything an the other hand the coldness' of those that would be appreciative of just one thing to know the warmth of Christmas and what it brings.
    It pulled at my heart strings.

    All the best, Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Pratap Rudra

    V nice, I could picture it in my mind as you narrate. Good one.

  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    This poem holds such a sad story, but one that you cannot stop reading, it is like a scene in a film that you rewind to watch again because it so moving. The poem is based around a conversation between mother and daughter, who seem to be victims of a world disaster and have nothing to their names, yet they have each other. The wording of the poem is very descriptive, and really does tug at your heart. The scene is so vivid, you just want to reach out to the characters and look after them! Beautiful poem.

  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging Comment;

    This poem not only highlights the sorrow currently seen in so many parts of the religiously centered world (the middle east especially now) and how holidays wont be the same this year because of the riots and down turns the pains and brokeness of each country and it's civil disrupt state. I cannot tell if that was the inspiration for this or not, though it does feel like it, to me at least, and that is why it truly captivated me. This piece pours out heart and soul, begging the reader to understand the pain of the world and the destroyed feel of upcoming holidays and celebrations simply because the gods and beings they believe in currently seem to be MIA. The emotion in this short, delicate piece is overwhelming. The word choice and every literary skill is spot on. Abed has penned nothing short of perfection this week.

  • 9 years ago

    by uttAm

    Wow....such a great write, i almost got tear in my eyes after reading this. Truly amazing!

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