You were my mother until I was forty-one.
I was fortunate and lucky to be your son.
December has arrived and Christmas is near.
Life would be better if you were still here.
You were the best woman that I've ever known.
But since you died, I've spent Christmases alone.
If you and I could share another Christmas, it would be great.
But you died over eleven years ago and it was a terrible fate.
I still miss you to this day and that is certainly true.
Have a Merry Christmas, Mom, everybody loves you.
- Author: randyjohnson71 ( Offline)
- Published: December 1st, 2024 07:26
- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013
- Category: Family
- Views: 14
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Great write
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