This time of the Christmas
Year
I'm looking forward to Christmas as I do every year and I'm missing my loved ones who are no longer here. Their gift is their blessings that I feel every day and that is something that can't be taken away. It is not a gift that is wrapped up in ribbons and bows but something that many of us know.
Ca) l out the names of the ones who are dear as you toast a Christmas cheer.
We celebrate living but we tend to forget our dead yet. They will forgive us after all is done and said.
This time of the Christmas year
(c) poet Lou 121223
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem