As I sit here thinking of this lonely Christmas day
I realize this is the last without
the laughter of my children
footsteps to wake me up
smell of fresh coffee ready for me to drink up
I can't wait to here the words
Mommy wake up Santa came this year
Can we open present?
Do we have to eat breakfast?
The smile on their faces when I say
Just one then breakfast!
This is my last Christmas alone
Next year when I come home
I will here the sounds that make me so proud
the voices that make me smile
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Author:
angelablankenship (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have been in prison for the last 4 1/2 yrs this is my last yr i am in a program to get my life together and this is my last Christmas away from home
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Comments1
Hold those good thoughts, and congratulations on your pending release, Angela!
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