I hear your voice I see your smile
I’m glad you’re here to sit a while,
but when I turn around I see
that you are only memory.
So Christmas has come and you are gone
and day by day life still goes on;
though you are free from earthy pain,
Your absence grieves my heart again.
Very poignant and relatable. I lost my beloved father 10 years ago, just before Christmas, and your poem has great meaning for me.
Mine reached a great age–nearly 101–but that isn’t much consolation at the moment.
My sympathies to you, as well.
So candid.. One of my favorite authors whites poems like this.
Thanks. The villain (well, one of them) in my Grace books is Megara. 😉
Thank-you for posting this beautiful poem.
Glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by.
Bless him, always, for having given us you.
(He would have grinned at that comment and made some mushy response).