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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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Godwin Avatar
November 23, 2018 at 11:05 PM
You words put a weighty sad in my chest - means they were effective, yes? You touched me. It would be best if I next clicked on something funny. Poetry hugs ... CayCay
Gauthier Avatar
November 23, 2018 at 11:11 PM
Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, CayCay. Most appreciated.
Rodrigues Avatar
November 18, 2018 at 2:44 PM
So sad, Line! We lean on the good things even as they still hurt.
Gauthier Avatar
November 18, 2018 at 3:46 PM
Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Kim.
Kiser Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 11:13 PM
Hard moment to stay cheerful; still you've made lemonade from lemons. Wonderfully penned.
Gauthier Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 11:49 PM
Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, ML.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 11:07 PM
You have risen and surpassed what would have been expected in this heartfelt missive, my friend. As always.
Gauthier Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 11:48 PM
Thank you so much for your lovely visit and compliment, Caren.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 11:04 PM
Poignant penning Line <3
Gauthier Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 11:49 PM
Thanks, Maureen. Most appreciated.
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