Music, warmth, friends,
Family, food, home...
All the things
We so long for.
'Tis the season...
Have you felt the "soul" of a three year old weep?
Been so bone chilling COLD? Been afraid to sleep
For the sounds rustling near your head in the dark
Were not always "gentle" and sometimes left marks?
Been truly hungry for days on end?
Watched your mother cry for "no reason"... again?
Worn hand-me-downs given without a trace
Of kindness from relatives with unsmiling face?
Seen reflection's grin from trouser's seat?
"Iron-Ons" gleam before they were "neat"?
Walk miles (cause there was no other way)?
Have to "borrow" dinner's bread for today?
Attend school by a parish' selfish grace,
For you're of the "poor" they need to embrace...
And lest you forget their pity's refrain
They MUST tell the child again and again...
(but why is this "goodness" always within...
The hearing of the other children?)
Have you sat by a window whole summers long
Dreaming of "friends" and playing along?
Or wished on a streetlamp
'cause there was no star?
Played with clothespin "soldiers",
Made houses of cards?
Found third hand "treasures"
In dark, sour stores...
But it didn't matter... anyway
They couldn't be yours.
Have you seen a father worn so far down
His eyes would seldom leave the ground...
The lack of hope in a child's lost eyes...
The grave's chill future realized?
All these and so many, many more
Are the "Alms" received by the "poor".
Charles Christian Twyford