Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Angel.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a small figure of an angel, releasing a dove of peace. Around the angel are lighted candles, pine cones and a small wooden donkey

Angel

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?

The presents around the tree are they really what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

All relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.

Are grannie’s jumpers really brill?

Did your sister’s mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink?

No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, don’t tell me today.

At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

A child can be robbed of their happy life.

Nothing changes nothing ends,

Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still brutally angry.

The angel watches she see it all.

She see the pain, watches tears fall.

Sadly all the bad things don’t go away.

Just because it’s Christmas Day.

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Today I have done a rewrite of an old poem. It is not the original poem I wrote for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.