Sitting here so all alone
Thinking about Christmas
Just wish it would be gone
You left us six months ago
That was such a hard blow
Don't know how to act
Not sure my heart's intact
Don't know how to feel
I may never heal
Christmas won't be merry
When you I had to bury
Pain in my heart
Tears in my eyes
Sadness enveloping me
Oh, where is my glee!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A social worker told me that Christmas is their busiest time of the year. Every bit of sadness is worse at Christmas.