Christmas was a Dream

In Honduras

Christmas was a dream.

We spent it with family.

My grandmother cooked all day.

Tamales

Chicken sandwiches.

Tacos

French Fries.

Whatever we needed

My grandmother cooked.

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The family all came together.

Aunts, Uncles, Cousins.

Always

We were short my mother and father.

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I always enjoyed Christmas.

It was the most beautiful season.

The trees.

The desserts.

Everything decorated.

Red and green.

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Well, there is much now

Not the same.

Because of violence and fear.

Last year was a horrible Christmas.

The violence changed everything.

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Now that I am an adult

I must deal with

All the problems.

My sister’s death.

Sadness for my family.

Everything has changed.

Nothing is the same.

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I give thanks to God

For my life

For my daughter

For my family

For loving me.

Mother 12-1-15

                        My Favorite Christmas