Christmas Blues
What used to be my favorite time
Is so different this year,
The first time since he was born
He cannot be here.
And so I have the Christmas blues
As I have never had before,
No Christmas trimmings will there be
When I ache clear to my core.
The Christmas gifts his dad and I
Did buy ourselves this year,
Are plots of ground beside him there
As we did shed a tear.
The Christmas blues this did not help
Tho our minds are now at ease,
For we know we will be beside him there
One day to rest in peace.
Copyright December 1999
Jarrett's Mom |
