Christmas Was My Favorite Time of Year
Christmas was my favorite time of year,
then she chose to leave with a tragic goodbye-
fearing not the end,
left breathless under a snow-capped Colorado pine…
o, December, December, why do i remember
what you gave to me during a holiday splendor
the darkest part is Christmas morn,
i remember her last gift opened
(it was from me)
a bucket full of sister stuff;
journal, hoodie- handmade card expressing my love-
but it never mattered, and the rain pitter-pattered
and now i am left battered and tattered
i try my best to celebrate the season devoid dread-
ask myself how i can finally let go when all i do is
hold onto woe with dear life,
hold on as if it was her last day of joy
(and it actually was - - -)
but trying my best never put me at rest,
now i have trouble feeling safe and blessed
Christmas WAS my favorite time of year,
then she chose death as her final farewell-
for seasons are strange when they change,
i crave to hear her resonating jingle bell;
Christmas, somberly –
leaves me unwell
for i shall await this Christmas morn-
praying my heart no longer torn
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12.14.19
The Darker Side of Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2019
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