To the Lady in Wegmans Pushing a Cart with Two Crying Kids on Christmas Eve

a poem for the silent hurting among us

Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay

I see you.

Perhaps you just worked a long day
at the office where you
were denied the promotion
again
or in the hell that is retail
during the hap-hap-piest time of the year.

Perhaps you learned
your job will disappear
come January
and suddenly Christmas seems
like an impossible luxury.

Perhaps you are returning from visiting
someone in the hospital
or nursing home.

Perhaps the person you love most in this world
has died.

Perhaps one of your crying kids
has sensory issues
making the supermarket on Christmas Eve
a living hell.

Perhaps it is all of these things
or none of these things.

But just like Santa
I see you.