Newly Decorated Rooms
Just another Christmas tale
Newly decorated rooms
Painted the ceilings
Painted each wall
Decorations and holly
Adorned in the hall
Now is the time for reflections
and a little pause
For the coming of Santa Claus.
Stocking is hung ever so high
But as I sit back
I just wonder why
For the family never visit anymore
Even though it’s an ever-open door.
So on Christmas morning
As I sit all alone
Patiently waiting for the ring of the phone
But for me not a single sound
Perhaps they think I’m dead
and buried deep in the ground.
But what’s the use of a grumble
Or even a moan
I just have to live with being all alone
But I remember
When the house was full of noise
The children screaming
Because of much wanted toys
The house was alive
Till they went to bed
Time for peace and time to clear the head
But those times are long past and gone
For me now, time just drags on.
A heartbreaking situation for far too many older folk. It makes me wonder why anybody thinks a family is for life now, so many extended family members to visit and so much rushing from place to place that the person who loves you the most, spent their life caring for you and setting themselves aside to give you the best life they could is now discarded like an old shoe.
You have caught the the situation perfectly, the ever present hope and the cutting realisation that you are again unwanted forgotten and alone. Sue.
Sue I couldn’t agree more with what you’ve said. It’s sad to think of people being alone at Christmas when there is family that could prevent it.
Many thanks for your comment…Tony