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2001 Christmas Tears
Oh how time has stolen the smile from your face,
for the months have chased the years,
as my memories of you
are slowly erased.
Oh how cruel to me it seems…
of this unending fate.
One, which never hastens,
one that is never late.
For I tried just yesterday,
To recall unto me…
the last words that you ever said,
the last thoughts to me... before your spirit did flee.
But my memory…
Like that of the time it feeds
Will also… all too soon,
Join that of others
in that final race to grief.
The race to the finish
The sprint….to the gallop
then to the full and unbridled run
Off now so quickly
now am I
To this land
Decembers setting sun.
Oh my Lord…
Its Christmas again,
Why can I not recall
The last words
Of her dying,
Its Christmas Lord…
And I wonder…
I wonder about it all.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004
2001 Christmas Tears
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|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL, VERY SAD POEM!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a very sad, beautiful poem ...|
|Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
|Wow Chills and Tears, Beautifully written about the sadness that 'heals' sometimes too much.
Merriest of Christmas' and many Blessed years to follow.
xoox to all near and dear,
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|powerful stuff, j. allen! well done! i can relate; i really felt it the christmas after my mother died (she died in march in 90), and it never gets easier; but we can rely on god to help us through the dark days. that's what i do, and that is what gets me through. praying for peace and understanding for you; god blsss you this holiday season and always!|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Powerful heartfelt piece, J. Allen, and a feeling many of us often get at the Holidays, thinking of loved ones now gone. My father passed away three years ago, and the Holidays are just not the same for me now.|
|Reviewed by Sandy Knauer
|Very powerful thoughts here. I think you made me realize why the holidays become sadder as I grow older - each year there seems to be one less person in the room. Even though grandchildren replace grandparents in the seats, the grandparents are still missing. You took me to the bittersweet with this.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|You touched the sadness of loss's before Christmas. I lost my ex mother in law the month before Christmas. It was a very strange year. We smiled and carried on for the kids.|
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|This is excellent, Allen. It made me tear up. I am so glad to be a part of a group of people who actually "feel" and express those emotions. Beautiful, sad write.|
|Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers
|J. Allen, I could feel the sadness in this one, while you recalled your emotions as though to stay in touch with a precious but fleeting moment of time.
I think there are as many tears shed at Christmas, as there are glees of joy. Sometimes all in the same breath.
Excellently penned. Merry Christmas Allen!
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|You know Al, you do pain and sadness with the bestest imagery, without ever saying the actual words...Ed|
|Reviewed by Silke Lance, Dr. Ph (Reader)
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|It seems that the duality of light and darkness is amplified at Christmastime.We all have so many memories, yet details elude us sometimes because we are overwhelmed with loss. Superb poem Allen!
(got the book today;-)
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|A very sad and heart wrenching write, Allen. I can feel your pain pouring through your pen. I am so sorry for your loss.