Merry Christmas, Mom - Part 3
The last Christmas that we spent together was three years ago.
When you died it hurt me incredibly, it was a devastating blow.
The love that I felt for you was wonderful, it was extraordinary.
Sadly, to be able to spend another Christmas with you, I would have to spend it in the cemetery.
Christmas isn't as good as it once was because we're not together.
I still carry you in my heart and I promise that I'll love you forever.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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