A street child’s Christmas

Beggar boy on Christmas eve
Beggar boy on Christmas eve

I woke up in the darkest dawn
And found it was not Christmas.
The boxes were all gaily torn
And colors hid in darkness.

The virgin mothers of my time
Have fought to break the ageless
Time of children in soot and grime
Left lost among the homeless.

But barefoot prophets echo cries,
No hunger shall be endless.
The people glance at eastern skies
And rejoice at sparkling lightness.

I woke up in the darkest dawn
And knew it was not Christmas.
We wake each other now instead
With street songs. Hark! they cheer us.

 

A virgin mother of Timog Avenue
A virgin mother of Timog Avenue
25 December 2013, 12:56 am; 4th stanza added 29 December 2013; 25 December 2022 changed “break the enigmas / Of children wrapped in…”

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2 Replies to “A street child’s Christmas”

  1. We can always cheer them up, Pcheck, which should make our Christmas even more merry. Maligayang Pasko din sa iyo at sa iyong mga mahal sa buhay, kaibigan!

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