Christmas Eve

The room is silent,

lights twinkling

the smell of cinnamon & nutmeg

turkey soup boiling

the sound of boys sleeping

and far off snow falling

anticipation of the morning…

giggles and laughter

I’m not ready for.

I can’t stop time

Or turn back the clock

Days gone by.

Lost in memories

Christmases with you

I want to go back,

hold on to the perfect moment in time

Let go of the pain, and revel in the love we shared.

And without warning…

the moment passes.

Christmas is here…

without you.




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