Joyce Johnson Poet Rhyme

The Wreath

Some greenery with a big red bow
Your only gift this year.
I fasten it to frozen ground
And wipe a wayward tear.

I can't but think of other times
When there was Christmas joy
As I carefully selected
Some nice gifts for my boy.

And then as you grew older, Son,
You were so very tall
I bought your shirts with longer sleeves,
But you outgrew them all.

No shop in town for Big and Tall
I had to send away
To have a perfect fit for you 
To open Christmas Day.

But you were not the sort of lad
To ask for lots of stuff.
Laying your wreath, I hear you say,
"Don't cry, Mom. It's enough."

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David Byrne December 31, 2009 at 3:47 AM I like the casual approach, sad but sober.

Andrea Dietrich December 30, 2009 at 12:38 PM Oh, this is so nice. I think one of the very best of yours I've read, Joyce. I often make up these situations, but I guess others don't. WAs this a true story? Glad you liked my POEM about STephen KING, even though you don't like his writing! luv, andrea

L'Nass Shango December 17, 2009 at 6:13 AM This is the beauty of the human bond made perfect in words ... a very stirring and compassionate write.

Sue Mason December 8, 2009 at 6:08 AM Beautiful, poignant write here, Joyce. Hope you and yours have a wonderful holiday and a blessed 2010 !!

Carrie Richards December 5, 2009 at 1:05 PM Christmas is such a time of memory....both joyous and those of loss. The heart touching loss of a child must be one of such pain and love. This is a lovely poem, Joyce. ~ Love, Carrie

Carolyn Devonshire December 5, 2009 at 11:42 AM God bless you, Joyce. I'm so sorry for your loss and this lovely, heartfelt poem about your son brought tears to my eyes. It is so difficult to celebrate Christmas when we are surrounded by reminders of those dear ones who have passed on to heaven. Very touching, dear! Love, Carolyn

Robert A. Dufresne December 5, 2009 at 11:34 AM that's a well written heart string puller, Joyce. Very nice poem. Thank you for sharing it with us. Robert