Another Christmas without your smile
One last present left under the tree
One less voice singing with me
An empty chair at the holiday table
A phone call left unanswered
An empty stocking that won’t be filled
Those holiday memories still fill my heart, but it’s another holiday we will all be apart.
That silent ache, that yearning to be whole.
Those little children full of hope
The wonderment and the magic still fill the air.
The Christmas tree will still be there.
Those traditions that will carry on
The meaning of those Christmas songs
Paying tribute to what was, carrying on…carrying on
Creating new memories, becoming who we need to be.
One little Christmas wish that some day…maybe one day
One last present left under the tree
One less voice singing with me
An empty chair at the holiday table
A phone call left unanswered
An empty stocking that won’t be filled
Those holiday memories still fill my heart, but it’s another holiday we will all be apart.
That silent ache, that yearning to be whole.
Those little children full of hope
The wonderment and the magic still fill the air.
The Christmas tree will still be there.
Those traditions that will carry on
The meaning of those Christmas songs
Paying tribute to what was, carrying on…carrying on
Creating new memories, becoming who we need to be.
One little Christmas wish that some day…maybe one day
Born is Charleston, SC, Neil is number 9 of 10 kids. Poetry was a natural way for Neil to express himself even at a young age. Now living in Charlotte, NC Neil has expanded his artistic side with photographic art as well as poetry.
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