If Christmas Was Not Just Once a Year

To not live alone and be apart

To welcome love and share a heart

To take a blow without complaint

To offer peace without constraint

To be pure when morals scream

To only see beauty in all you dream

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To show compassion to those in need

To be content with no thought of greed

To wish for nothing and ask for less

To live a life without duress

To offer silence in a raging storm

To be yourself and not conform

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To accept the pitfalls along your path

To smile and always be willing to laugh

To see good where others see bad

To be happy and never be sad

To be complete with love to spare

To live in colour where nothing is bare

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To encourage and abide

To be humble and not full of pride.

To wish that fear could abate

To offer friendship and speak no more of hate

If Christmas was not just once a year

If no child never cried a tear!

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Sentimental words and points of view

If only some were all we ever knew!

© 2016, Danny Kemp

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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4 Responses to If Christmas Was Not Just Once a Year

  1. ksbeth says:

    beautiful, danny –

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    That’s very kind of you!

  3. Your poem fits you to a tee Danny, it would be wonderful if the rest of the world would heed the words. :o)

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