Dad, the Nativity Scene is gone
It is in pieces
We try to fix it, but it was no use
It's to fragile to repair
Maybe, this year will be the last
To put it out
However, it reminds me of you
When in the night, you lit a candle
And watch it glow against the Holy Family
You were contented to just sit there
Now, you are gone; so is Mum
Christmas has lost its meaning without you
As I lose the memories of you in my everyday
I hope the Christmas ones lasts
The reason we were poor was when dad was a Lindon bus conductor he got run over by a car and nearly died, he spent over a year in hospital and convalescing. I was about 10 or 11 then.
Great write LeeAnn, alas we were too poor to have a Christmas. We made our own decorations and my Christmas stocking only has a couple of tangerines and an apple in it, but I did get crayons and paper and, in time as I got older, enjoyed painting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I hope the Christmas ones lasts '....unspeakable pain the heart carries but ray of light appeares from other side of life. Commonl wave of expansion and contraction. Keep strength and and enjoy the christmas flavor and favor.