Entry to "Your 'Saddest' Christmas Ever"
contest sponsored by Constance La France- A Rambling Poet
I Have No Wife To Unwrap This Year
by Rick Rucker
For well over forty years,
We always had presents, never tears.
We never spent Christmas apart
We always spent Christmas in each other’s heart.
Cancer has done its vile thing,
I have no one that wears my ring.
All the ads show couples holding
The joy of life, for them, unfolding
It seems I have no like fate,
This year I will have no mate.
I have friends that try to cheer,
But I’ll not be without a tear.
As long as I remember,
I planned for Christmas, starting in September.
So many fun things to do,
Baking cookies, buying presents, too.
Just picking out a tree,
Can be its own cause for glee.
Just doing things together made them fun,
Not the same for only one.
I’ll see her in her hospice bed,
Withered, peaceful, newly dead.
I’ll have no tree this year,
The angel that topped it is no longer here!