Scar

Scar

Her house no longer hectic; her parents quite prepared,
She only knew of Christmas that she'd be bestowed with glee.
She was unscarred and innocent; they gazed at her and smiled,
As all they knew, was what they saw; her sight 'fixed 'pon the tree.

The streets had been so crowded; where was it all this day?
Though scars and decorations stayed, all life had gone away.

She slept 'till it was early, but sacrificed her warmth,
She rose from bed to venture down towards her endless gifts.
Her parents forced, but smiling; now standing, watching close.
Watching as she laughs and opens, sifting after sift.

Emerging from his home, his simple shelter by the street,
He rubbed the sun that stole his eyes, but heard the passing feet.

"Why don't you play with this one, dear?"; ambrosia, untouched.
But unaware, she went on holding tightly, a small bear.
No decorations, ribbons, nor jewels upon his face.
Just a smile that loved her, and held her in its care.

This must have been their "Christmas"; something he can't understand,
He never understood the fuss nor crowds that roamed his land.

Her father had sighed just before they'd left the house for mass.
She'd brought with her, her teddy and some footprints for the snow.
Somehow she loved the cheapest, simplest present of the tree,
Somehow she saw a little boy, that no-one seemed to know.

And all were walking past him; they all seemed glad, together,
Yet he'd noticed someone walk to him, despite the tearful weather.

Her parents hadn't noticed, as she strayed away from them.
He took a single step away, but something made him stay.
She looked at him, and saw a world of sorrow in his eyes.
He couldn't say a single word, nor could he walk away.

She held her present in her arms; hugged it, just once more.
She put it down, and smiled at him, but never passed his door.

He saw her leave, and knew he'd never see her leave again.
A smile had come to join his tear; it felt so strange to him.
He took the bear and ventured back to his home by the street,
This must have been her "Christmas";
Just one,
In those passing feet.

Pach, 53rd day of Winter, MMI