Death On Christmas

-December 24th- I HEARD THE COUGH FROM THE SICKNESS ROUGH - I HEARD HER TURN IN HER BED AND THE CLEAR MOAN,WELL PAIRED- I SIGHED IN TEARS FOR MUM WAS DYING- "HOW DO YOU FEEL SWEETIE?" "BETTER,SON," I KNEW SHE WAS LYING- "YOU SHOULD SLEEP, GERALD HONEY." BUT HOW COULD I SLEEP WHEN MUM WAS DYING? NO MONEY FOR PROPER MEDICAL CARE-SHE WASTING I WEPT TO THINK OF IT-POVERTY. "OH MUM YOU SHOULD GET WELL QUICKLY." I HEARD HER LAUGH IN PAINS: "YOU SHOULD SLEEP AND NOT TO WORRY." I CREPT TO HER BED MY BODY IN CHAINS- HELD HER HANDS IN MINE-FREEZING;I WAS SO SORRY. "GO TO SLEEP DEAR," SHE GROANED; SOON PERSUADED, I RETURNED TO BED WEEPING AND SOON FELL ASLEEP IN THE GROAN- YES-TOMORROW WAS CHRISTMAS-NO WEEPING -December 25th- I WOKE FEELING STRANGE AND BATTERED WHILE A GLOOM HOVERED-HOPES SEEMED TO SHATTER I SCRAMBLED TO MUM'S BED AND BEHELD THE ETERNAL CONFISCATOR OF HAPPINESS-DEATH. -BY GERALDARTS CONTEST NAME-"Saddest" Christmas Ever SPONSOR-Constance La France