In light of the recent tragedies with the hurricanes and now the fires raging in California, many families are misplaced – forced to live away from their homes. Some won’t return to those homes, because they’ve been destroyed.
Then, there are those who live on the streets year-round…many out of necessity, because they have no home. We refer to them as simply… “The Homeless.” It is for them that I write this piece…
A HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
People wish for presents
That fit ‘neath a Christmas tree
But, I’d like something more special
Gifted just for me.
I want a place to come home to
A place to call my own
I’d like to feel the shelter
Of my very own home.
Living on the streets
Or, sometimes out of a car…
Is the most horrible feeling
I’ve ever felt thus far.
I pray for this hell to be over
I pray that one day soon
I’ll be able to offer my children
The comfort of their own rooms.
I drive thru swanky neighborhoods
Windows, I look inside
Wishing I was as lucky
As the people, who there reside.
Sleeping at the in-laws
Always needing help
Reading the books that sit
On someone else’s shelf.
Some will wish for presents
Others just want to roam
But, I simply wish and pray for
Christmas in my own home.
RWISA, always be a hand that gives when and wherever you can. And never forget to pray for those less fortunate than you.
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