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Since I last posted my wonderful grandmother has died. I don't feel like writing much, I thought I'd post this poem I just wrote. I never write poems, I'm not good at them. I just thought I'd try. See last line. I really do feel guilty for writing a miserable poem at Christmas time. I know I have so much to be grateful for. Well, here it is:
The days get darker
A black veil covers up the light
Rain is being reported for Chrismas day
Wishes for a White Christmas, dragged away.
Rather than Christmas' gift of life,
I remember my loved one's death.
I know it's selfish and wrong,
But don't sing me a Christmas song.
The holiday spirit is different this year
We're haunted by the ghost of Christmas past
You made the season bright,
How can anything be alright?
She kisses your picture
and asks how it could be true.
These smiles are fake,
Only for her sake.
She is so proud that you wrote poetry,
I try, so that you may live on through me.
The days get darker
A black veil covers up the light
Rain is being reported for Chrismas day
Wishes for a White Christmas, dragged away.
Rather than Christmas' gift of life,
I remember my loved one's death.
I know it's selfish and wrong,
But don't sing me a Christmas song.
The holiday spirit is different this year
We're haunted by the ghost of Christmas past
You made the season bright,
How can anything be alright?
She kisses your picture
and asks how it could be true.
These smiles are fake,
Only for her sake.
She is so proud that you wrote poetry,
I try, so that you may live on through me.