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This poem is dedicated to the families whose hearts are broken by Typhoon Nona (international name Melor) which hit the Philippines one week before Christmas.
She knocked, the door flew open.
Welcomed by the warm smile, she chose to be seated.
She was offered a meal, she got it open-handed.
She was offered a bed, she slept and dreamed sin.
The next day, she felt sick and beaten.
She got out of her den and found the family festive
She went to the kitchen and found the knife laying even.
She took it and had it on Christmas Eve.
She howled and executed the crime
Stabbed the man of the family, beat the lady, she’s aching
Ripping Christmas cards and tearing Christmas trees were her aim
She stood on the threshold and the house was burning.
She howled one more time which sounded like death
The family screamed and made the loudest cry
No hands outstretched, not even flowers in a wreath
There was only the wrecked home and the family asked why?
No Christmas carols sung, no presents wrapped
But there was the family faith for one more breath.
No Christmas card made, but love was built
On the fence of a family which can never be embraced by death.
-Soul In Surreal
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elementhealing said:
I like this!
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soulinsurreal said:
Thank you. This poem is for the Filipinos who were affected by typhoon Nona with an international name Melor. This is also for the victims of super typhoon Yolanda which hit Philippines two years ago and I mentioned this in my blog https://soulinsurreal.wordpress.com/2015/12/15/typhoon-not-again/
That super typhoon was also very heartbreaking.
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elementhealing said:
Very heartbreaking
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