A Christmas Memory
Comes the darkness on a graveyard, my lost child,
As winter’s tree bows from its iced arc, quivering
On last year's farewell of our young joy, of revelry;
Till arms drift … meeting your crystal star above.
Written 11/25/2015
For the Contest, A Christmas Memory
Sponsor: Broken Wings
By nette onclaud
~ Inspiration from my sister’s experience;
I was the godmother of her son~
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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