And so it is Christmas time.
Another twelve months are gone.
Where are you this Christmas?
I believe you set off on another life.
I see a glowing smile in my dreams.
My heart is calling you for the jubilee.
Please return home from your realm?
Things don’t look the way they seem.
I failed to see you for seven seasons.
A feast would be ideal for your return.
Forlorn eyes above see us having fun.
Come home, the bells toll for this reason.
I am sorry Christmas will be lonely again.
Bursts run down expressing the sadness.
Ring a ling; I have rung the bells anyway.
Rest peacefully with out any pain.
Merry Christmas and best wishes Dad,
And a very grand and Happy New Year.
Let there be peace and riches on earth,
And a new beginning that is not bad.
merry xmas and a happy new year, this is a good poem because it is raw. i like poets who write from the bottom of the heart because the bottom of the heart is keyed on to all humanity.
Very touching Monica. I'll be missing my Dad again this season..........and every season thereafter. Very nice poem. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem that bestirs the heart! good work Monica! Love, Dr John Celes