So here I go again,
Once more sending Christmas cards,
And once more
I go down the list,
The list of friends and family.
And when I do
I come to them,
Those who have passed,
Passed during the last year.
As I get older there are more
And my list gets shorter.
Thinking of those who passed
Brings back memories,
Memories of good times,
Good times together.
And to those I also wish,
Wish a Happy Christmas.
Because they will know
As they look down upon me
From their stars above,
Each of them twinkling,
Twinkling Happy Christmas,
Happy Christmas to me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: December 12th, 2023 02:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Just another reality as I get older
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
It's a reality, to be sure.
I've had 3 blows so far this year - 2 friends gone, plus a friend of a friend.
Gone but not forgotten, as stars, as you say.
So true Orchi, it is so sad but they will always be remembered.
Andy
Lost an uncle and a friend this week. My mum used to say they go in three's, not sure about that.
Sorry to hear that 2781.
Andy
Thanks Andy, it happens to the best of us!
It's always good to be prepared so we can prepare others.
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