The Christmas lights twinkle in the background; behind all the noise they stay.
The air is filled with holiday aroma; but there is pain in its full array
Cinnamon, pine and turkey waft through the rooms behind the cold war.
The war that rages like a death sentence on those that were drafted in before.
Time has passed leaving all the memories;
Leaving a reality that is non-existent but very real within their hearts.
Candy canes and chocolate tingle their taste buds,
but time has stolen the sweetness in their broken hearts.
Yes their hearts are rather bruised and bleeding from within.
The cold war sent many unsaid words to their grave without a chance to live.
Many times the bombs should have pierced the sky with fury and with rage.
The silence in the cold of winter created an even deeper rift as it was laid.
Cookies, laughter, and family all warm words in a once warm time.
It was the chill of the cold held at bay by the walls that love had built.
And by the fire cold hands were warmed; bringing life back to the numb;
standing tall and full of pride the sturdy nations had lost their love.
Yet the cold war . . .
The cold war in their hearts raged on.
On and on it raged in silence and the numb.
Christmas lights, they twinkle. In the background they stay true.
the candy canes one by one went missing and chocolate candy bowls felt abused.
The warm fire died down and the silence dreadfully ensued.
Yet in the moment all hope felt lost, an infants cry pierced the air and life began anew.
