Well it is December once again
people full of happiness and cheer
but oh no, not for me, for I will be remembering
the beginning of that dreaded New Year.
It's not that I resent the fact that its Christmas, I don't
its just a sad feeling I get, I can't help it, but it's true
Its just the memories of you leaving us
and starting the New year without you.
You were taken away; we were not allowed to follow
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: family