Merry Christmas, Mom - Part Iv
Every Christmas was a good Christmas when you were around.
But it stopped being good after you were lowered into the ground.
The last Christmas that we spent together was four years ago.
I had no idea that it would be our last Christmas, I didn't know.
When a man spends Christmas with family, it means everything.
And when that is taken away, it's like being struck by lightning.
When we spent our last Christmas together, I didn't know the end was near.
Merry Christmas Mom, because you're in my heart, a part of you is still here.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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