Where is Santa?
Will he come this year?
Will he find us
Without our Christmas angel
To guide him here?
Always a holy day,
Never less than fun,
This season brings
A lifetime of memories
Of Mom with Dad,
And Mom with the boys,
And, of course,
Mom with me.
The tree is up,
The lights are twinkling,
And holiday scents fill the air;
But...its not the same.
It will never be the same
Again.
They say all good things must come to an end, so no sometimes it will never be the same but we must still keep going forward and walking into the light....
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Be safe,
Karen