Category: Writing and Poetry
The Children's Christmas
by Rosemary J. Gwaltney
The children's Christmas is simple and bright
They sing the music, they laugh in the light,
Sparkling colours are a magical spell,
Their instant joy flows bubbling and well.
But round that tree I see a space,
Beside the table an empty place,
A voice is missing, a form of grace,
The sweetness of a little lost face.
A vacuum was left by the child who's gone;
Though all seems right, yet it's terribly wrong.
I'd give up my Christmas, and gaiety fine,
To clasp that small hand again in mine.
(Originally Posted Dec 25/09)