Boxing Day

boxing day comes quiet

a child was born
in bethlehem
beneath a star

but a childhood died

wise men brought frankincense & gold
for a babe who had not opened his eyes

but did they
gather that young girl in their arms
& whisper hush my darling
it/s okay to cry
you are not alone
tonight

a scared child
carried a god/s fire in her belly
without a choice

watched a young man she
raised as her own
murdered on a cross
& crowned
with thorns

on boxing day
i think
about mary