It is nearly Christmas time
For me a time of joy and sadness
of old photographs of Christmas madness
Tinsel and ornaments
My favorite when he lifted me
To place them carefully in the tree
And then when we were done
he'd lift me up to place the angel
her golden tresses glistening in the sun
Now I do not have a tree
just that special memory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem