(another one of my Christmas poems)
ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN:
Outside a shop window,
A boy, clothes tattered and torn.
His mair a complete mess.
His shoes all dirty and worn.
He peered into the toy shop window,
His sad eyes were transfixed.
He looked in awesome wonder,
Holding a bundle of sticks.
It was just appriaching Christmas,
Would he get anything at all?
He nearly jumped out of his skin
As he heard his mother call.
"I'm only on the outside looking in" he said.
As he noticed her anxious look.
For they were as poor as church mice you see,
She couldn't even afford a book.
Chtistmas Day dawned like any other.
Cupboard with hardly any food,
Realisation showed on his face
That the day was not going to be good.
During the day a knock on the door,
Santa stood there looking merry.
With food for the two and toys for the boy,
For the mother a bottle of Sherry.
"I was on the outside looking in" Santa said,
As astonishment showed on their faces.
With tears in their eyes, Santa said his goodbyes
And was whisked off to faraway places/
Copyright Yvonne Lewis.
From the book Moments of my life