This Christmas Morning

With the presents all wrapped
And the stockings all stuffed
With the papers all delivered
And the quiet morning about gone
I seek out the refuge of our empty, quiet home
A moment alone with my heart so sad
And tears in my eyes, too many to count
A quiet moment alone before going back
To our home away from home to face
The children inside her and inside me.....
To hear the patter of little big feet and the
Rustle of paper being torn and strewn
All I really want is to be alone
Alone with this pain my heart knows so well
But why can't I find the words to do tell
From all the Christmas' past the memories come
To haunt me and taunt me in more ways than one
The lights, the candy, the nuts.....
The thoughts flood my mind with no where to turn
I want to run, I want to hide, I just want to
go back inside.....
I wish I could share the joy that children have
To laugh and smile and try to play
But all I feel is emptiness inside
A feeling that I no longer can hide
I don't want to make this first Christmas sad
For her or the children...I don't mean to be bad
She's trying to make a fresh new start
New memories that come straight from the heart
I don't want to spoil them; she needs them so bad
I really don't mean to be so so sad.

©Jordan 12-25-01


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