Christmas is almost here, a time of love, joy and cheer,
children waiting excitedly - expectantly for Santa to
appear.
Loving the many happy moments of caring and sharing,
bringing joy to all the land.
Many people though are filled with heavy sorrow for
loved ones who have passed on.
Knowing nothing can ease the pain of death, many try
to carry on for the sake of their children.
Christmas time is colorful, beautiful, yet some people's
lives are colored black.
Yet, there is still life for those who are left and each
must grasp at and hold what we can of it until our death
comes to possess us within it's curtains, taking us to our
final Christmas, blessed joy in heaven.
(8: 49 a.m. - 12/21/93)
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-sorrow/
