All alone this Xmas
There he sits, watching clocks
Long since stopped, no ticks no tocks.
No-one comes to share a smile,
His brand of humour is out of style.
I feel myself the painful silence,
But he has chosen emotional violence.
To be the mark he left on us,
Wallowing in self pity, he'll ever cuss.
I care that he is all alone,
Though this is what he's welcomed home.
For as we sow, we also reap,
His choice not mine, I cannot weep.
But I am praying, all my might,
That he may come to see the light.
And change the way he is to me,
Before he dies in his misery.