I remember when you were new
Eyes of blue
Too small to know
The Christmas glow.
I remember you
When you were two
So excited from toys
Squeals of joy.
I remember when
You were 16 then
Santa brought a car
You drove so far.
That was the last time
We sat in line
Watching your face
Now there is no place
Christmas is here
Why aren’t you dear?
I miss your face
I wish I could have taken your place.
Christmas will never be
The same for dad and me
We sit here with tears
Missing you being near.
Written by ,
Terry Shepherd
This poem is incredibly beautiful – it made me cry. I’m sorry, Terry. He should be here. Perhaps he is in the breeze surrounding you . . .
It’s still so hard. 😦
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I wish he was here too. My void has never refilled . Thank you Judy
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A beautiful and sad poem Terry.
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Thanks Al. These holidays are still rough for me. I wish they weren’t
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They will get easier over time.
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This has to be true , thank you
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