Holy Days

Holidays have become reminders,

Of how far family has travelled, erected dividers,

Separated, yet at night as I gaze upon the stars,

Thinking about you, the rest, and the tsars,

I hope you are doing the same when your sun rises,

Thankful for memories given to me when I was younger,

When together we had celebrated these holy days,

A gratitude only earned in loneliness, tears, and anger,

One I hope my children will bear without – these yesterdays.