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Christmas 1950

Phyllis Souza·December 25, 2020

Christmas 1950 written by: Phyllis Souza I’m ten-years-old and it’s not easy waiting for my mother to...

Christmas English Literature

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Christmas Sweater

Clive Grewcock·December 16, 2020

Christmas Sweater written by: Clive Grewcock There are few things in life That make me feel better...

Christmas English Poetry

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Victorian Christmas Cake

Maurice Devitt·December 14, 2020

Victorian Christmas Cake written by: Maurice Devitt Every year about this time I go looking for your...

Christmas English Poetry

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Ash, a poem written by Michael Ball at Spillwords.com

Ash

Michael Ball·December 8, 2020

Ash written by: Michael Ball @whirred I knew what to do when her ashes came. My mother...

English Haunted Holidays Poetry

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Ursula (no. 58 of Women’s names sensual series)

Carrie Magness Radna·December 7, 2020

Ursula (no. 58 of Women’s names sensual series) written by: Carrie Magness Radna @cmrboxwoodstar1 Your mother named...

English Haunted Holidays Poetry

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My Pride

Manoj Krishnan·November 20, 2020

My Pride written by: Manoj Krishnan The countless stars of the firmament gathered one night And riding...

English Poetry

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I’m My Mother’s Son

Walid Boureghda·November 19, 2020

I’m My Mother’s Son written by: Walid Boureghda I’m my mother’s son, A kind of person to...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Echoes

Mary Daurio·November 15, 2020

Echoes written by: Mary Daurio I accompanied my mother to reside at my grandfather’s secluded house in...

English Featured Post Literature

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And That Is How It Is

Nishi Pulugurtha·November 11, 2020

And That Is How It Is written by: Nishi Pulugurtha @nishipulu My parents moved apart. That did...

English Literature

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Dissociation

Kruthi Onteddu·November 10, 2020

Dissociation written by: Kruthi Onteddu it starts with unanswered questions – what’s worse, words almost said or...

English Poetry

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Wearing Smiles

Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri·October 24, 2020

Wearing Smiles written by: Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri @dudesosad Mother decides to wear a smile for Halloween. She wants...

English Halloween Literature

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Trick or Treat

Phyllis Souza·October 20, 2020

Trick or Treat written by: Phyllis Souza Standing on the sidewalk, warding off the cold, Amon’s mother...

English Halloween Literature

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Jeremiah

Eoghan Lyng·October 13, 2020

Jeremiah written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Did he come back today? It’s been two years apart, And...

English Poetry

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In The Thirst For Freedom

Abdulrasheed Ibraheem Akande·October 9, 2020

In The Thirst For Freedom written by: Abdulrasheed Ibraheem Akande @aribAkande They joined hands to cook the...

English Poetry

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John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three produced plays. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door, Piker Press, Super Poetry Highway, The Writers Magazine, Ariel Chart, and numerous national and international journals, blogs, reviews, and anthologies. Published collections 'Poems from the Shadowlands' was published in 2017, 'Words That Found Me' 2019, 'Poems From The Banks' 2020, 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020, 'Secret Fjords' May 2020 and 'A Gathering Of Words' June 2020. All which are available on Amazon.

A Song for Christmas by Steve Carr

I was sixteen. Ma’s upright piano stood against the wall in the dining room where it had been since Ma and Pa were married. It was Grandma’s piano, but she gave it to my Ma as a wedding present. It was made of mahogany and Ma polished it almost every day. I was sitting at it just plucking randomly on the black keys when Ma placed a bright red runner across the top of the piano and, a few minutes later, placed the crèche on the runner. She arranged the figures of Mary and Joseph around the baby Jesus lying in a manger.
“You’re late puttin’ that out this year, Ma,” I said.
“Each year there are more and more boxes of Christmas decorations to sort through,” she said.
I strummed several keys with an unmelodic result and heaved a loud sigh.
“Have you decided yet which song you’re going to do for the Christmas service?” she asked ...

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