Their faces smile out from the newspaper
Like an ad for a vacation;
A picture perfect family.
The child missed two days of school.
A call was made.
The police found them;
Mother’s arm encircling child.
Love and desperation
Poison given?
“Better dead than
Was is whispered?
The child said
When she was 8 months old
But never met him.
Santa Clause
Didn’t arrive last
His sleigh was broken.
And this year?
What lie to tell?
No need to worry now;
“The pain will fade.
Tomorrow will be a new day.”
The street is littered with votives
Gifts too late.
All they needed
Was a guide.
Out of the labyrinth.


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