Boxing Morn
Christmas morn
when they were small,
we were up before the
crack of dawn.
Here I sit on Boxing day.
Mid morning, alone.
My sleepy heads
have still not shown.
Stove lit, heating on.
Like a shepherd waiting
for a lamb to be born.
Only mine are adults now.
Such peaceful time to reflect
Damaged lives have been reset.
I never believed our hearts
would heal as well as this.
We are closer even than before
Daddy was shown the door.
Who needs Santa
when love intervenes?
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2015
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