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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

by J. Allen Wilson — Read all 1,629 poems by J. Allen Wilson

I went tonight to my first Grief Share meeting at one of the local churches some 15 miles away… It is a Christ centered group of people who have the loss of a loved one in common….I listened as others spoke of their own losses, some as old as 4 years. I watched as tears filled their eyes and in my heart I wanted to make them not hurt either anymore. Yet it was I who opened up and spilled my soul to strangers in common. They were nice, they listened and were not judgmental in anyway…I appreciated that. I felt good when I left, but when I got home my wife’s mother called me and began talking about having Thanksgiving dinner in my home this year instead of hers….I can’t do that…not now…not yet because Leah for all these years wanted to have it here in our home, but it was always at her mother home…now oh now I think of the holidays without her and I weep in the sadness of the what if that never came.

The Above Photo is from our Christmas 2007

Sunday, October 12, 2008


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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

 

I listened to the call that fell like ice upon a crazy and fragile heart.

I thought about family gatherings and how excited Leah was from the start.

She was always like a kid in a candy store with two nickels shiny and new.

And tonight Leah…I just had the first realization that they would be without you.

 

I wonder now baby, should I even bother to put up our Christmas tree?

I remember how your eyes would glisten and glow as each ornament would cling.

I remember the carol “It Came upon A Midnight Clear” that for me you would always sing.

 

Do you remember Leah our first Christmas together when we had no wood for the stove?

Do you remember how we cuddled each other to stave off the bitter cold?

Do you remember that little skinny tree that I went out and dug up in the woods?

We couldn’t afford a real one and how I apologized, but you just smiled and told me that this Christmas that little tree was so beautiful and that you understood.

 

Leah, I wish your mother had not of called and got me to thinking this way.

Yet it was not her fault for eventually it would have hit me one day.

The sad thing is that I will miss you sparkling eyes when my present I spring on you.

Just know this my love…that you now have the greatest gift of all and that is you are with Jesus and He is with you.

 

I love you so much baby and Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas in heaven

 

J. Allen Wilson © 10/13/08

 

 



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Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Reviewed on October 13, 2008
Maybe go out and dig up a little tree in the woods and bring back the memories of that first Christmas together...Ed

Reviewed by S Phillips
Reviewed on October 13, 2008
Your words are like the ornaments that adorn the tree and make the eyes glisten. Do what feels good in your heart, Allen, that thing which will make your eyes glisten of the sweet memories.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on October 13, 2008
I truly hope those Grief Share meetings help, my friend, and I truly hope that you can find some comfort and peace this Holiday season.

Reviewed by Lew Duffey
Reviewed on October 13, 2008
I recently wrote a poem about boyhood memories. Maybe you remember it. I just came out of the Hospital and am finding out I could have easily not made it. That would have left Ann in a situation of fear and frustration. My prayers go out to you and to Leah, although, she is with Christ and I am sure she doesn't need my prayers.
God Bless,
Lew

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
Reviewed on October 13, 2008
so glad you went to the group--sorry for the sadness-the holidays may be tough-rely on friends

Reviewed on October 13, 2008
Allen,

Words fail -

(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla *tears*

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
Reviewed on October 12, 2008
My prayers and thoughts are constantly with you, Allen.

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan
Reviewed on October 12, 2008
I'm so happy you found GriefShare. Please continue to take care of yourself and know many are praying for you. Rebecca

Reviewed by Lois Christensen
Reviewed on October 12, 2008
I could not put up a tree last year, but this year Tom would want me to do so. He loved to watch the lights and see me place each ball into place. He always wanted it up the day after Thanksgiving. I will put a small one up, but I don't know when yet? Holidays are hard to get through. A grief group does help, they share lots with you and listen to what you have to say too.

Reviewed by m j hollingshead
Reviewed on October 12, 2008
prayers continue, lovely write


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