My little sister died in 2018 when she was just two, and I was five. I am now twelve, and I cared about her and loved her more than anyone. I feel like it was my fault she died, and I wish she were still alive. I wish she could have grown up with me.
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Hi John, thanks for taking the time to comment on my poem. Yes, Christmas changes over the years for each of us. Since my husband died and the grandchildren are now pretty grown up, there's definitely a bit of magic missing.
Hi Ann, Christmas can be hard work, it's ok for the children though, I do miss the Christmases of old, but since many of my loved ones have passed on it can never be the same, enjoyed reading your poem though, hope you have a peaceful Christmas.
This really hit me hard, my guy best friend and I were talking for 6 months. I started loving him at 2 months. I can't let go of the love I have for him.
Loved this poem! It reminded me of all the funny songs i used to sing from old Mad Magazine issues my dad always had lying around his office. Thank You for the giggles!
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I found this poem in my father's briefcase looking for some papers. He had died 20 years ago. I read the poem and wondered why my Dad had made copies of the poem since there were no deaths in our family. Then it hit me. My grandson was born with massive heart problems. He had lived 18 years so far. I kept the poem because I thought he was going to die and my daughter would need to read it. Two months later my daughter died from cancer. I realized that poem was for me. That was 2 years ago and I read it very often.
I was touched. I am still touched since 2018 when I first read it. I have translated it into Russian. I wish I could share my translation with the author.
I am a 92 year old widow, still independent and reflecting on my long and rich life: three adult children with spouses, relationships and four grandchildren. Having loved A. A. Milne and Christopher Robin as long as I can remember, I keep the books on my bookshelf. With a recent case of "sneezles", I re-read and remembered. I don't recall if I read it to my kids, or they read it themselves...same with my childhood and time as a grandma...just grateful that it's still a part of my life.
Thank you - it is always so rewarding to receive pleasant comments.
I have depression and this is such an accurate description of how it feels, just waiting for happiness to come back...
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