Christmas Mourning
Called up by the Lord
I should be happy
He suffers no more
But I miss him so
Nothing is the same
Or will ever be
In my livingroom
I put up a tree while
We were still hopeful
It was the day after
Remembrance Day
I keep it lit day and night
Wanting nothing more than
To stay alone with my sorrow
Me and my Christmas mourning
This tree by my side
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 17, 2018 for contest CHRISTMAS MOURNING sponsored by P.S. AWTRY
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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