A Christmas I will never forget was 1989. I was driving home from work after dark. It was very cold, and I was not happy because it was the first Christmas my son had been away. I wanted so much to be able to be with him…but.
The Special Fruit Cake
| On my way home from work Dec. 22, 1989, my car slid off the road This cold night, black ice was the villain that caused the hospital to be my abode I had a broken wrist, and bruises too and several stitches in my head A bolt went through my knee I was thankful I wasn’t dead
Christmas day came and went A friend at work had given one to me |
Currently there are no comments related to "The Special Fruit Cake". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!