Christmas is almost here, a time of love, joy and cheer,
children waiting excitedly - expectantly for Santa to
appear.
Loving the many happy moments of caring and sharing,
bringing joy to all the land.
Many people though are filled with heavy sorrow for
loved ones who have passed on.
Knowing nothing can ease the pain of death, many try
to carry on for the sake of their children.
Christmas time is colorful, beautiful, yet some people's
lives are colored black.
Yet, there is still life for those who are left and each
must grasp at and hold what we can of it until our death
comes to possess us within it's curtains, taking us to our
final Christmas, blessed joy in heaven.
(8: 49 a.m. - 12/21/93)
really colorful and beautiful, thanks. Please read my new poems..
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A very heartfelt Christmas write. Have lost both my mom and dad and the holidays are no longer what they once were, which is why I cherish those Christmases of old while enjoying the onesof today with my own child and nieces and nephew. A while new generation!