She was the one
the one, who made it all so magical
everyone always thinks it’s Father Christmas don’t they?
but in our case it was her
it was always her
now she’s no longer with us
I can proudly say
her love was spread far beyond just one day
she was Mother Christmas all year round
but it wasn’t until I had a family of my own
did I realize this
and what of Father Christmas?
he’s not so bad, actually he grew better with age
but he could never be a patch on her
she was everything
she was the glue
the smile that made us feel safe
the warmness of her blue eyes
and I can tell you this...
that woman, loved Christmas with all her heart
and i loved her with all of mine.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Christmas is never the same without my darling Mother, but I am so very grateful for all I have. ❤️
- Category: Reflection
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Touching and so tenderly written. I am not sure why a man was put in this role it seems so much more appropriate for a woman. This truely was a most beautiful and wonderful write in nontraditional form I loved it.
Just your compassion warms my heart dearest sorrenbarret but you also have an incredible eye for the scales in general dear friend. Thank you with all my heart. 🌹
Indeed much of my early Christmas memories where centred on Mum. But having said that, it was never complete without Dad. I know it doesn't sound as intimate as either Mother Christmas or Father Christmas but isn't it meant to be gender fluid as Parent Christmas? For both together make a whole. While each can be sufficient in their way, and some never have the other or even either parent, even. As your note states, we should be "grateful for all we have." Thanks for sharing dear Teddy!
Dear Arqios, my father wasn't the best dad but I'm 50 now and can say it without feeling anything but love, life was hard he had a lot on his shoulders. Thank you sir. 🌹
Same here, Teddy. Time and distance is what brought us back together, and FaceTime, lol. It was an enmeshed relationship for the longest time until the unentangling process. I think for me the toughest part was how to word it so that I didn’t paint him as all wrong and myself all perfect and innocent victim. Having said that, it won’t erase the facts nor erase the scar tissue. Çe la vie. Now it’s a poem. Thanks kindly 🙏🏻
Mother Christmas sounds as if she was wonderful woman to know. This poem is exactly how I feel about my mom...and yes, at least thankfully for me, father Christmas is cool too! 🤣 Wonderful reflection, dearest Teddy! 🌹👏
She was a very small lady very light in weight, she had seven children and truly was the most enormous spirit, she truly had the kindest of hearts an incredible being, who always told me I was a poet, I never believed her and I still don't today, but on these days when strangers whome I've come to know on a poetry website leave such warm and kind reviews I believe it myself, thank you dearest Tristan it's a pleasure to know you. 🌹
Oh, believe me my dear friend, you are a poet…and good mom’s never lie-ish! 😂🤣 i mean 🎅 🐇 and 🦷🧚 aside…they don’t when it counts! Please please please do believe her…and me…and many others! You were my FIRST ENCOUNTER with senryu. So, you taught this poet a thing or two! Just saying, my dear friend! 🙏❤️ I am deeply blessed to know you as well!
Could be about my mother - brought a tear to my eye thinking of her. a powerful write.
What you, you never show emotion? 🤣 touched my heart you just did. 🌹
Believe me I'm a softy - I visit Jeanne every day in the cemetary which is just a few minutes down the lane (a charming 12th century church with wooden pews) when taking Stanners for his walk and although I'm an atheist I always say a few words and shed a tear.
I too am a non believer but I am warmed to know you visit your dear beloved wife she is always close. 🌹 I've seen some of your art with a beautiful steeple church.
This beautiful poem touches my heart is so many ways dear Teddy. I relate to the mother who made all of life so special, and the ache in your heart when she is gone, no matter how long ago. Thank you for sharing this precious Christmas memory.
Oh Bella so very honoured to see you, tha l you for coming by to leave such a beautiful and compassionate response ❤️ merry Christmas dearest of poetesses 🎄
A very, very Merry Christmas to you and yours, and hope for peace throughout the new year!
A beautiful poem dedicated to the memory of your wonderful mother. Yes at this time of year, as it approaches Christmas, I too feel that gap, that space that will never be filled. Written with so much love dear Teddy. Brought a tear you did. 🌹
Your review just made me shed a tear too. You are truly an amazing poetess, and I am forever grateful and humbled to share my scribbles with you dearest Cassie. Thank you sweet darling friend. 🎄
So sweet and beautiful. I relate.
Thank you so much dear Thomas. 🌹
Such true words Teddy, mothers kept the family together at Christmas time.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy, she certainly did 🌹
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