Remembering
Once again on christmas morn
I'll arise with kids on the bed
opening their stockings.
Then downstairs to a hearty breakfast
and presents from under the tree.
There'll be laughter,
good food,
good booze,
and good cheer.
But underneath all that,
a gentle sadness,
because you're not here.
In memory of my mum.
I'll arise with kids on the bed
opening their stockings.
Then downstairs to a hearty breakfast
and presents from under the tree.
There'll be laughter,
good food,
good booze,
and good cheer.
But underneath all that,
a gentle sadness,
because you're not here.
In memory of my mum.
posted by temppixie at 12:50 PM
4 Comments:
A simple and moving tribute. A gift for your mum.
Very touching I don’t know what is it about poetry but it cheers the sole. Quite well put;
"But underneath all that,
a gentle sadness,
because you're not here."
I love this part. Thanks for stopping by Happy Holidays. Peace & Love.
sorry that i missed this first time around. deeply touching.
and on a lighter note...
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU!
x
Many thanks for your kind words.
May your best of last year, be the worst of this year.
Does that make sense!
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