Christmas - Poem by John Molloy
Tommy and Jim with gifts of visits rare
do help a day of memory come real,
As tales of Johnny and Mikey to compare
see wounds of my heart to heal.
Then just as weeks of dozens seem the same
will excitement breathe through pain and boardom all,
As Janey and Bettie traveling boat and 'plane
for traditional festive dates have come to call.
So, all as one (that's left) , we all combine
to comfort self and all once more,
While having tea, enjoying precious time
seeing but faces weak within the door.
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