Written, November 29, 2023 For The Contest, “Christmas Alone” Sponsor, Constance La France
He decorated their small tree- as done in prior years, and finished like he had before; but, this time- with sad tears. You see, he did it all alone, now gone- since back in May; her death, so unexpected then- took his dear wife away. Their son and family- too far in miles to travel there- their busy jobs kept them away- not that they did not care. No gifts beneath their old-time tree; no dinner now to eat- he wishes she could be with him- his life- now incomplete. How could this happen- he's alone this sacred Christmas Day; if just today was shared once more- before she went away. Alone on Christmas Day, the tears slide down each rugged cheek; in a dim room, by candlelight- he and his musings, speak.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2023
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