The Lights Of Christmas
By: John Plourde
The lights of Christmas this year are not shining bright,
The pain of missing you is hurting again tonight.
I can’t help ask, how this can be so final and true,
Your death now almost three years still feels so raw and new.
Watching other children filled with wonder and glee,
Brings back those painful reminders of what will never be.
Watching the happy children always remind me of you,
No matter where I go, without you, I can’t help but feel blue.
I miss sharing the joy of the Christmas season with you,
As I kneel by your headstone, I just don’t know what to do.
The tears of this never-ending pain fall from my aching eyes,
I am so angry; I will NEVER have an answer to WHY?
Your death has changed me forever; I will never be the same,
I will say your name as my tears glisten in your candle’s flame.
Danielle Marie as I look to the bright stars in the winter sky,
I feel your gentle kiss on my cheek as I again, begin to cry.
I know on Christmas day, you will be in my heart.
I know each day I hold you close, we will never be apart.
Your Loving Daddy,
©2008