Heart Breaking Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Deportment of life is a solitary puzzle -
it cannot be completed.
Buildings and statues stand as memorials, but of what?
After people who've made them and those they were a
tribute to, have passed out of this life?
What of those close to us who have nothing erected in
concrete or sculpted stone?
People last forever, as long as each are etched in our
minds, felt in our hearts, tearfully remembered joyous
and saddened.
Especially at Christmas where most memories are sacredly
preserved, carefully tended, held unreservedly in hearts
of love.
Years have gone by, many friends and relatives - loved
ones - have passed on to heaven.
Those of us who are left have heartbreaking moments
during the holidays, because we miss those people who
have created the sacred moments of our lives at holiday gatherings.
Our traditions have been eternally built by them since
our birth and to not have them here with us is quite a struggle.
All on earth must at one time or another face this
truth in our lives and one day be the person passed on
who is missed.
Our lives are so very temporary, blessed with people
close to us, too soon leaving.
Tearfully, I write of these things as I miss my Mom at
Christmastime.
Joyous wonder of her heart missed so tremendously today,
one week til Christ's birthday.