This poem appears in my books "One of the Guise" and "Ripples". It was inspired by my cousin Tom. It is in memory of my Grandmother Marcia and Christmas Eve in Butler.
I read her old letters from time to time Hoping one day she may still write Pretending she's still just miles away I'll send my letters out anyway As I read the words I still hear her voice In these passing moments my eyes get moist All these times she talks about I remember well Will you be gone very long? Why must you go at all? I keep my thoughts, my memories And share them with my family All of us at your house on Christmas Eve Say Mr. Postman do you have a letter in there for me? I still feel her presence by the Christmas Tree
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