A mother cries alone
In the middle of the night
Bills are piling up
There is no end in sight
How can she tell
Her little boy of three
There's no money for gifts
Not even a tree
She wakes up Christmas morn
To a knock at her door
There's nothing there to greet her
But a box on the floor
It's laden with gifts
How did anyone know
She thanks her Christmas angels
As her tears of joy flow
A man sits by his wife's bed
On this cold Christmas eve
He's tired and he's sleepy
But he don't want to leave
He prays for a miracle
As he holds her frail hand
Giving her the strength she needs
Without her he's half a man
Her deep blue eyes flicker
As he bows his head in prayer
He don't see the Christmas angels
But she knows they're there
She feels their healing touch
As she whispers his name
Their were cries of pure joy
When the Christmas angels came
Laying on her bed
Such a pretty little girl
She'd only known the horrors
Of a hard, cruel world
Beaten black and blue
She was crying and sad
Christmas was almost here
But she'd been so bad
A hard knock on the door
She's afraid to hide
A policeman comes in
And kneels by her side
He don't know what led him there
He rarely drives out this far
But a Christmas angel was smiling
From a distant star
How beautiful Linda! I was touched!
Your poems are so warm-hearted like this one!
Sorry I have not reviewed in a while. Things have
been crazy and we are going to move in about a week and a half.
I have been packing up boxes and such.
Love to you,
Becca
Once again you touch all the basic senses with your own blend of magic stirring feelings of sadness, happiness, anger, love and hope.
So lovely Linda welcome back, I've missed you.
(((((((((((((Linda))))))))
Merruest of Christmas wishes,
What began as Songs of the Angelic Gaze in the summer of 2006 continued the following year as The Bridge of Silver Wings, and developed even further two years after that into The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009. Whether readers describe it as a conversa
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
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Your poems are so warm-hearted like this one!
Sorry I have not reviewed in a while. Things have
been crazy and we are going to move in about a week and a half.
I have been packing up boxes and such.
Love to you,
Becca
a beautiful, beautiful poem...may we all find a Christmas miracle
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
No One Person Has More Compassion With Which You Write,i.e. Why You Will Be Standing Next To Me And (God)--
But, 1st You Gotta Go Thru 19 Hugs From My Little (Adopted) Children_
Your True Friend, TRASK
So lovely Linda welcome back, I've missed you.
(((((((((((((Linda))))))))
Merruest of Christmas wishes,
Felix
Very gently and expertly told..
Wishing you a Joyous Holiday Season, Linda.
Merry Christmas to you and yours!!
Love Tinka
Allen