There is a Christmas graveyard

in our neighborhood.

It sits silent as the snow falls all around.

The grinning faces

see nothing.

We feel sorry for all of the toys

Who get ground up in the city plows.

We feel sorry as they thaw and melt

and look bedraggled.

Never to be loved.

Published in: on June 28, 2010 at 8:30 am  Comments (1)  
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  1. So sad to be cast aside and never to be loved.
    Perhaps God’s handi-man can repair some of these beloved possessions. My dad was always good at fixing things!

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