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Forever in Christmas

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Forever in Christmas

Old man Carter lived all alone, quietly nestled in his quaint little home. 
Arthritis kept him crippled, writhing in excruciating pain, his wife long 
since departed, leaving him nothing more to gain. His children made 
arrangements, to place him in a nursing home. They lacked the 
compassion to inform him face to face, knowing he would surely die in
this unfamiliar place. He lost his will to live, life had tragically passed 
him by, without his long lost Eleanor, his only hopes were to die. There
he sat in his recliner, a rigid shell of an old man, quietly he uttered to the
Lord,..."Father, forgive me", as he clasped a revolver in his frail, arthritic
hand. Suddenly, an image appeared before him, it was clad in solid white.
Old man Carter could hardly open his eyes, for the radiance was unbearably
bright. Soon, the light diminished, the image's skin was fair. The old man's
eyes began to focus as he observed a figure with long, coarse
hair. The image's eyes were gentle, bearing scars above the brow. Open
wounds the width of nails pierced both its delicate hands. Then, in a soft-
spoken voice it said,..."No more shall ye suffer, old man". "Set aside thy
weapon", the image went on to say,..."You're going home to Eleanor, 
upon this Christmas Day". The old man passed on to heaven, he was
discovered the very next day. "Such a tormented soul was he!" That's what
the neighbors would say. It was there on a table beside him, a scribbled 
poem which sadly read,...
                                      "Christmas is the day I wed,
                                       The true love of my life;
                                       Christmas is the day I've chosen,
                                       To join my beloved wife
                                        
                                       Jesus arrived to take me,
                                       The hour's a quarter past four;
                                       Suicide's never an option,
                                       I'm with Jesus and my sweet Eleanor"...

                                                     Goodbye

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  1. Date: 11/28/2009 4:36:00 PM
    Powerful poem and heartfelt too. What a wonderful ending after so much sadness. Thank you for sharing this poem with us. Keep up the good writing. Karen

  1. Date: 11/28/2009 9:19:00 AM
    Have a beautiful weekend and thank you for posting your awesome poetry here for us to read Milton. Love,Carol

  1. Date: 11/27/2009 8:06:00 PM
    Beautiful story, well-written piece, Milton! Full of inspiration and joy! Love it! Peace and love, Audrey

  1. Date: 11/27/2009 4:44:00 PM
    I love it! So graceful and just plain awesome! (:

  1. Date: 11/27/2009 3:13:00 PM
    beautiful poem, encouraging...