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Thursday, December 16, 2004

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,

Pray tell...

Why can I not recall

The last words

Of her dying,

gasping breath?

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

Reviewed on June 17, 2009

EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEAVENLY BEAUTIFUL, VERY SAD POEM!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on February 2, 2005

well done

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

a very sad, beautiful poem ...

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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,
Tracey

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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 (Reader)

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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!

Lisa

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on December 17, 2004

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 on December 16, 2004

Very sad...

Well written.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on December 16, 2004

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

Reviewed on December 16, 2004

A very sad and heart wrenching write, Allen. I can feel your pain pouring through your pen. I am so sorry for your loss.
Take care,
Sherry

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