During Christmas

During Christmas
We all ended up around my mother's old black piano with songs
Singing and forgetting ourselves
I forgot myself
Who I am
Who I was
Just letting it go
I sang then
Put away the horror of finality
Fears of emotions and the required revelations
The primitive antipathies of family
I sang so the whole world fell away
I looked at my mom
Crying and smiling
And asked her what was wrong
And she told me
The happy look on my face
The kid was so happy
Smiling and singing