Biographical Poetry posted November 26, 2012 |
A sad poem of Christmas-the day our son died
Another December
by justjo66
It seems that time really flies
Soon it will be December Brightly lit trees and children's sighs Happy days we would love to remember The clock stopped on December 25th A curtain fell-a candle lost it's flame Our hearts were shattered Christmas is not the bright holiday of the past No longer do Christmas decorations adorn our home Grief lingers over every room Sorrow fills our minds Anticipation is for it to "just be over." You see, our son died on Christmas night. His children do not remember him and we can not forget the late night call and the pain it brought. At forty-one he drove his truck into a field and there with a gun he took his life. I don't know if he thought of us or of anyone particular His own pain must have seemed insurmountable A beautiful man's life wasted Never again will he have December nor will ours be the same. |
It's been eight years this December 25th since we lost my husband's only son. This time of year is very hard for us.
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