In a shadowy, rainy clime
Bereft of white
I suffer silently toward the coming time
Awaiting the birth of Christ
Of the long arrival of Peace on Earth
And Good Will toward Mankind
I curse the truce
24 hours short
Suffering a bone-bruising ache
Absent from dear mother
beloved father
brothers and sisters alike
O’ treasured dog; my steadfast friend
And as the drizzle
Marks the tears on my face
The only gift I assume
Is my life . . .
For yet one more day
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you done it well with class and a pure faith to do what you got to do and get home~~~~
-Debra