Christmas Miracle In the Ghetto (Co-Written With John Moses Freeman)

Peering at the radiating faces of happy families So much joy emanates from well-to-do children’s sparkling eyes Wish I could replace the grief, put smiles on the faces of my sons Without a glimmer of hope even promises of warm meals would be lies In the brown eyes of my sons, the same eyes their mother, my wife Sadness the sacrifice, a courageous mother giving life So great a zest for life she sacrificed to give her sons life But now greed hath put her seed in peril and my world in strife No “Help Wanted” signs in the windows of Main Street’s bustling stores The aroma of fresh bread wafts tauntingly from the bakery With my hands in pockets, finding not even loose change Overcome with hunger and jealousy, should I resort to thievery? Mind reeling, contemplating abating moral principals Suddenly appear familiar brown eyes amid face so dear The image of deceased wife, Spanish born eyes filled with tears Speaking, "Abe, the Lord is gracious, walk until head is clear" I follow the light in her warm eyes reflecting in glass windows They lead me down the road to a park at the end of town Dressed in ragged clothing, a man sits with a smile of peace Breathing white puffs in frigid air, this gentle soul sees my frown The message is plain, as my fears begin to clear There is a greater depth in a soul of love well kept The night is far spent; I kissed the hand of this gentle man He smiled sweetly and said, "Lift up heavy head from dread" I look up to see sun glistening on snow-laden pine boughs It’s here, Christmas Day, and I’ve left my children alone all night An ache in my heart compels me to race quickly back through town Breathlessly, I reach my porch unprepared for a welcome sight Hearing laughter within, I smell, yams, turkey and ham I open my door, on the floor, presents piled high as well Laughing with glee, sons kiss me, sparkle of brown eyes I see Sparkling brown eyes, of Spanish descent, love is evident “From where in the world did all this come,” I ask my sons “Beautiful lady with Spanish brown eyes, stopped at our door She said a strange thing, as on the floor our gifts were lain, ‘Tell Abe keep the faith; a mother's love is stronger than the grave.’ Her hugs and kisses, will be greatly missed! Who was she, Daddy?" Thank you, Moses, for joining me and guiding me in this write. Merry Christmas, dear friends!