a Lonely Christmas, Not So Lonely Afterall

A Lonely Christmas, Not So Lonely Afterall. I closed the door with flowers in hand Walked the side walk alone, People passed me without a wave Was going to read the epitaph on stone. Flowers for my darling that passed away Leaving me with children far away To celebrate another lonely Christmas Day. I entered the house of the dead Where people find a final place to rest, It was quiet, peaceful, solemn and still Not a tune of wind like on blueberry hill. I doffed my cap placing flowers gently down: Remember meeting her in the busy town. Sixty years together we spent in joy Sixty Christmas trees built with lights and toys. Children were small once, now all grown Found their way, living in their own zone. They phone to wish on Christmas day With love and kisses from far away. I walked alone trudging along People passing by Not a wave or nod or wish Though their Christmas spirits were high. Someone seated on a bench Ignored my struggling legs, I wanted to say hello friend But he turned away his neck. I entered a small café warm: Splendid to the bone A stranger offered me a drink I suddenly felt not alone. A little dog came up to me Jumped upon my seat; Petted him; he my hand licked Then jumped down to my feet. A lady seeing her dog with me Came, greeting me with glee Wishing me for Christmas With a plate of warm pastry. Her husband joined me at table After hugging me warmly I suddenly felt not alone, That Christmas afterall.