Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas Mourning

The presents are placed under the tree,
An empty spot where your gifts were to be
Christmas lights twinkle in the tree,
Carols play on the radio I sit in the dark, sullen and tearful
Pieces of the tree crafted in memorial to share
Our cat stops to brush up against my leg
Tears feel hot rolling down my cheek
Saint Nick finishes up his route
His list finished for boys and girls alike
Scrooge finds redemption before the morning sun
No ghosts have visited me this Christmas Eve
How I miss you!
Your laughter, your smile – All lost to be preserved in still frame
My son, my boy – you were my joy
One day we will have Christmas in Heaven together