Is Jesus watching over
His own mothers death?
And holding himself all swathed?
Another sad story
Just fourteen years old
Waiting for her first
Blood flow
In order to marry the man
Her father had decided upon
But then he died
And her widowed mother
Was so frustrated
If it had not been
For her cousin Elisabeth
Childless but married
Anyways that day did not
Come to her
But instead an angel Gabriel
Brought her glad tidings
Oh horrid day that was
And then Joseph
Attempted to throw her out
But instead had to marry her
As agreed upon
He did everything he was told
But then he was scared himself
A well known carpenter
With building skills
Got a trip to Egypt
Became a well known
Highly skilled worker
Of buildings interiors
Then left his Mary a widow
Another sad story
Boy finally comes of age
To be responsible for her care
Had his own plans
Needed to be allowed his freedom
Got that calling from above
Only to have her die
Took care of that as well
From birth to death.
On this day
I got the call
At two in the morning
Resuscitation?
Hmm, yes, yes
Please!
Phone battery dies.
Oh god!
Went mad in the room
Looking for the charger
And clothes
Tried to get a taxi
Had to wait till five
Then found a bus
On Sunday morning
Only to be shown
To the morgue
She was gone at last
For forty years
I had cared for her
I should not have been
Born
She could not handle it
And she had developed
Brain Cancer
We knew that since
I was very, very little
Ended up with a three hundred pound
Four year old
Who would not understand
Eighty percent of her brains
Had been metascisized
To cancer
She was functioning
On only twenty percent
How no one knew
Twenty years past
Her date for death
She went on her own
Although I suspect
She had help
As the nurses
Were avoiding eye contact
It was all over
Thanksgiving
I needed help
Made a trip home
Just Jimmy
Showed up
And took her away
From me
Put her in the hospital
I wanted some one else
To come but they were
Taken away from her
With no reconciliation
She was told once
That her sons
Were happy without her
They enjoyed amusement parks
And parties
Especially the holidays
She took herself out
To old Belmont
The rollercoaster
She hated so much
Made herself get on
Then would not get off
Went around and around
Until she was no longer screaming
Found a way to get
At least one of them
And took him to the best
Amusement park as described
She looked up at the much
Newer and taller rollercoaster
I did not know it would be so tall!
They both got on
One slide down
To just his eyes could be seen
As they climbed higher and higher
When they came to a stop
His curly hair
Was straight above his head
And he had not said a word
She feed him hotdogs
And anything else she could afford
Said not a word
Till the end of the visit
Bye mom and a hug
He cried to himself
Why a roller coaster
He was so frightened!
What was he to do?
He never did know
How to tell her how much
He hated those rides
She kept taking him on.
A sad story
When in fact it was
Jimmy who wanted
A play date with the woman
He had captured
And brain washed
Until she did not know
Whom she was to him
Nor to the others
Never giving in.
Always blaming herself
For what went wrong
But making sure everyone
Knew it was the girls fault
Who could not be hers
No matter how many times
She told the judges
It was always the same
This one was her daughter
It was all about
Thanksgiving
Jimmy was from Germany
He had never had a turkey meal
They were told not to let him in
But he kept showing up
With a pregnant girl
Who needed to rest her feet
Her own children
Grew distant
As she did not know
What to do with her self
Just blame the girl.
They were singing
You will be coming home
For Christmas!
The nurses were decorating
The Christmas tree
But thanksgiving
Had not even happened
She would not even eat a morsel
While I was expected
To go to the dining room
To have a meal with the others
I refused afraid he would come
If I left her alone
Why all the animosity?
It was her last day
After that they refused
To care for her
While I her daughter
Kept trying to get the doctor
To come speak to me
When he came he was confused
As to whom I was
I pulled out my birth certificate
He paused and then gave orders
Never to return
While Jimmy did not surface
Not even two weeks later
After making people uncomfortable
Jimmy was making up stories again
He was telling them that I was not
The relative but him instead.
He has tried to get rid of me
From the first time
He met me
She had a dead unborn baby
Only six months not nine
She would go through places
Talking about it as if it had lived
Jimmy did not like his own parents
They made him do things
Such as not beat up others
He was a Christmas baby
Born just before
All the gifts were for him.
Along comes a new baby
He could not stand it.
She was getting presents!
His own parents
Tried to keep him from
Throwing tantrums
Including not allowing
Him to visit
Not even allowed to step inside.
Two years later
I had my accident
Knew I was in trouble
When the menu came around
Just wrote vegetarian
In order not to have the turkey meal
That had started it all
Instead they gave me large uncooked
Vegetables
Not a vegetarian diet
Told I was anemic
Had to start eating meat
Went back to a normal diet
Eating salads
And any protein available
Waited all through Christmas
For anything nice
Missed the meal at the church
Got to phone calls
Nor presents.
Just a walker instead of a wheelchair
Had to learn to walk again
Had a stroke
Had difficulty in getting anyone
To forgive me.
All over thanksgiving
Native Americans
Don't even really celebrate it
Those Puritans!
They were brought fish
And venison
Not Pheasant
Turkey day was always
The meanest holiday
I spent in school
Worrying about the others.
A sad story
Of immigrants
Marrying into an Indian family
No one knew what to do.
Grandpa would go out
And buy a turkey
We were all home from school
And the adults could not go to work.
Then he would watch my father
Grill it in the barbeque outside
While the women would make
Dishes they did not undestand
Only the cranberries
Were a hit with me
My brothers would eat
Anything including mash potatoes
And stuffing
Where was my asparagus!
Such a sad story.
Most of the time
I eat salmon and salad
Not turkey
Had enough of it
Watching over those boys
Who never came back
After they had other familes
Who lived were they did not
Celebrate the hated holiday
Jimmy just has to have his way
As he taught his Mexican
Family how to be American
It is not their thing either
They just show hostility
Towards Americans anyway
And don't want to hear about
Anyone who was here before them.
A sad story of sacrifice
No resolutions of the harm
Done to an innocent family
Just another American story
Done nothing wrong
But out of their own generosity
They get blamed
For not understanding
What it means to be aliens
In this land of plenty.
No more wars.
Just get rid of them all.
This month
Is my sisters death day
A week before Christmas
It will be another day
To not forget
A typical American family ordeal
Another sad story
About Christmas
The celebrated day of Christ's birth.
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