The Second Christmas (For Aida Azzopardi) Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The Second Christmas (For Aida Azzopardi)
How much my nerves hurt my stomach
Since it's the second Christmas without you
I'm still not used to the crowds at the mall
And the music causes me to get melancholy
My tears continue to rust my smile
I would wish for yr voice to echo in my dreams
Because I am forgetting its sound
But I will never forget yrface and scent
And the little things that were yr habits
As the snow falls, I listen for the wind to ring yr voice
But only hear silence that is breaking my heart
LeeAnn, you have preserved her memory forever in your poem for all to share.
Very touching, I lost someone close in 2020 as well. That first Christmas was a tough one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 8:27:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Heart touching poem of love and loss. Everyone can relate to it.