It was on Christmas morning… Still I was hurt, crying on this twenty-fifth day, a day.. They say, Jesus was born; I remember; It was on Christmas morning… Because my dad died Christmas mourning;
CHRISTMAS MOURNING--- Christmas mourning, some 43 years ago; This I shall let you know…… He was a Vet; Yet lived a sheltered, life; Has a lovely wife; But she died first; This wintry day; This month the month of December; I remember; I can remember because it was on Christmas; Mankind decided day of Christ birth; And it hurts so, I was yet mourning… It was on Christmas morning… Still I was hurt, crying on this twenty-fifth day, a day.. They say, Jesus was born; I remember; It was on Christmas morning… Because my dad died Christmas mourning; I lie in wait praising the borning; Lead a new soul to heaven; Yet still sadden; And a bit madden; My daddy died on a Christmas Mourning? 11/28/18 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
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It was on Christmas morning…