"Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody,
I think that is a much greater hunger,
a much greater poverty
than the person who has nothing to eat". --Mother Teresa

I sit inside
My poorly heated home
Wrapped in the rags
Of yesteryear's fashions
And watch the twinkling lights
On the house
Across the street.
Another Christmas season
Alone,
Forgotten by kin
Who have no time
To remember
Those too old
And infirm
To dance.
Meals-on-Wheels
Will bring my holiday feast
And a neighbor
Might drop by
To check that I am
Still alive,
But my family...
Where is my family
This holiday season?

c. 2009