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A Christmas Present
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A Christmas Present
by Patrick Cornwall on Sunday, December 9, 2012 at 12:59am ·
Peeling back the memories and peeking inside
I feel wrought with pain seeing you alone on the bar stool
I look at the presents sitting untouched and waiting
It's been forty years but it's fresh as the morning dew
Are you sad and did anyone tell you they loved you
Did someone love you and hold you dear
Life has many twists and turns and the winds
They move us on even when we want to stay
Those feelings drive me home where they live and are nourished
The music plays on and the world spins until I look in the mirror
I wander if anyone loves me and thinks of me on my own bar stool
Do they know every time I laughed as a Christmas song played
I thought of where you were but I denied that I cared
I cared as I waited for you to come after each promise and the tears
I care now as I unwrap each memory on Christmas still
I care that maybe I don't try enough to be your opposite
Maybe I will end like you, alone and on a bar stool with the laughter that eludes
That when I'm but a distant peeling of remembrance
Who will unwrap my heart
Who will unwrap my love and open the box and see
And who will be the first to wear me with pride
For My Father who was an alcoholic
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