Linda M. Graham (nee Luther)

BLOOD RED CHRISTMAS

The holidays are almost here
and a young boy’s mother prays
He’s walking home from school
on a cold brisk winter day

She’s wrapped the boys presents
so carefully and lovingly tucked away
The pain has gotten much worse
and there’s nothing left for her to say

She finds the only relief from this pain
behind the presents she’s put away
A gun in the back of the closet
will cure the tumor inside of her brain

The young boy looks in horror
at his mother now dead on the floor
Blood red on the walls all around…
Christmas will be the same no more