The Christmas tree shone, brightening up the room
Decorations hung in splendour
Gifts lay beneath the tree
He was sat in his favourite armchair
A man at peace with the world
He would watch the children run down the stairs
The room would come alive as they opened their presents
A special present for the good lady
The noise drifted into the past
A long time ago
Seemed like yesterday
The accident
The Policewoman crying, telling him the news
The day he died inside
Seventeen years now
Always the same ritual
Made the day seem right, special
Memories came flooding back
He sat down to rest
Slowly drifting off to sleep
They found him that way
In his favourite armchair
A man at peace with the world.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Very well done Paul and sad but sweet ..... you summed up so many happy Christmases.....
It sure can be a strange time of year.
I'll say.... and it used to be so uncomplicate! What happened......
A sad story. Thank you for sharing.
It is a bit sad.
Well composed poem Paul.Reminded my father whom I lost last year.He was 91 years.It’s really God love that makes some to be at peace
That's a great age, 91. Everything always comes back at Christmas.
A very tragic one
He lived and he died
Yet the peace that was wanted, it came with death
So deep dear Paul
Yes, death finally released him.
Very emotive words Paul, I can totally agree with them as my wife passed two years ago on 30th December.
Andy
Sorry there, Andy. December is the only month I know that brings joy and despair together in one.
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