Christmas Poem

Christmas Grief

Christmas is not the same without our younger son, a handsome, vibrant young man. He was recently taken by God and the angels to Heaven. Truly Christmas for our family and myself can and never will be the same, but we all believe my son is in Heaven with the angels now, and oh how very lucky those angels are to have such a loving precious soul in the midst of Heaven. My precious gift has become a gift to the angels in Heaven.

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So Lucky Are The Angels

© more by Patricia L. Cisco

Published: December 2019

Since you're gone, Christmas time will never be the same.
When asked what I wish for, I can only speak your name.
The only gift I ever want at Christmas time for me
Is my precious, loving son beside my Christmas tree,
And as the world rejoices with songs of Christmas cheer,
I'll gently hold your memories close and wipe my Christmas tear.
So lucky are the angels to have you up above,
Right beside their Christmas tree; my son's their gift to love!


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