I am doing better than I think.
After all its the first Christmas
Without you here.
How can we celebrate?
Be happy, listen to the carols?
They all ring empty, untrue, no peace.
Because there is no piece of you.
We hang the stockings, buy gifts.
It all seems lost, there is nothing
To give, except grief, tears of rain
Instead of snow. Gone, with a lonely
Wind to blow past, the memories come.
Are they a gift? Re member and share it.
It is too big to carry alone, that is the gift.
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