written by: Alyssa Brocker
my step-dad and I
spend three hours
on the roof hanging lights.
admiring our work.
it’s never the biggest,
house on the block,
my mom and brother,
baking in the kitchen.
it isn’t first class dinning,
it’s the best food I’ve ever tasted,
because it’s ours.
it’s my family,
singing carols off-key,
burning the sweet potatoes,
the cat knocking over the tree,
laughing till we can’t breathe,
having the best holiday
2016 AUTHOR OF THE YEAR at Spillwords.com
Alyssa Brocker is a twenty-year old college graduate. She found her love for poetry by working with her theater group to create an original play written in prose. She lives with her beloved dog who is always her first reader.
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