The Christmas Gift

by Fathima Muneer aged 14

Lifeless like a pole I sat
In the far end from the hustle of Christmas
Melted snow freezing my bones
Icicles dripping on my head.

I see smiles all around me
Everyone walks perfume scented
Fresh and clean
And I sit
Rotten and rust.

Christmas is about happiness, they say
But all I get is ignored looks
Not a smile comes to my wrinkled face
Not a single tear of joy.

Christmas is about togetherness
But I am all alone
In the middle of a buzzing city
Far away from ‘home’.

My only companion is God
For God knows.
How much I’ve gone through,
The shrouding pain I’ve been in.

My faith in God is my only HOPE,
I know I will not live long
But I know I will die with a smile
I know God will bless me after death.

Whenever I see others
I remember my carefree days
Decades ago. an unimaginable life,
But I know God is smiling at my patience.

I know I will have to suffer
But I will spare a smile
Every Christmas people wait for gifts
And this year I hope God takes me away soon
An end to my hardships
And enter the place I’ve longed to see
The gift called HEAVEN.

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