willyweed

midnight mass

O Memories of Christmas Eve
A long long time ago


A cathedral in the city
In the evening In the snow


Your hand in mine The choir sang
The bells began to chime


Midnight mass It is our last
But how were we to know


That Christmas day I went away
Went marching off to war


I returned Dead and burned
A rose upon my grave


A lonely tear rolled down your face
My darling Please don't cry


Always and forever
We will be together


Our love will never die

 

 

Comments6

  • Augustus

    Miss your beautiful poetry. Great piece. We had quite a number of tributes that weekend. Another one is certainly appreciated, especially by those who gave their lives. Hugs.

    • willyweed

      Thanks Augustus , I been fighting w/ cancer last few months. good to hear from you I hope you are well. ww

    • swingline

      I like this poem from the other side .

    • Louis Gibbs

      Lovely poem, willyweed. Thanks for sharing it.

    • Michael Edwards

      Beautiful, reflective - keep fighting ww

    • Goldfinch60

      Good to read you again WW. Great write.

    • Micalina

      you poem was so sad and I can feel the pain. It is hard when someone is lost in a war.
      Hugs
      Micalina



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