I didn’t even know they did this anymore, Poetry Rallies. I haven’t wrote a poem in years. Maybe 2011? Be afraid. Be very afraid. In fact, if you think this is really bad, tell me, please!
Back before everyone died;
Mama made turkey breast, boiled then baked.
Stuffing made of sausage and cornbread.
Cranberry sauce fresh from the can.
Discord from Grandma; Grandpa can’t see his plate.
New gifts and wrapping paper on the floor.
A feeling of home I don’t have anymore.
Now I go out to eat.