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41. Christmas Memories

Christmas was once a happy time of the year, but since losing my mother in 2005, then my wife in 2010, all that's left are memories. Grief never goes away. We learn to live with it. Christmas day is the toughest time.
- By John P. Read
- Published: December 2018 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Grief On Christmas Without Loved Ones

It's such a warming feeling
Being surrounded by Christmas
Expectation fills the air.
The sparkle, the glitter

It's such a warming feeling
Being surrounded by Christmas
Expectation fills the air.
The sparkle, the glitter
Presents under the gree
With loved ones our dreams we share.

The sound of Christmas carols
Choirs singing Silent Night.
A time to reflect
And thank God above
As we herald the most holy night.

A time to remember loved ones
Who we have lost along the way.
Grief is a heavy burden
Much more poignant
Come Christmas Day.

As a child I believed in Santa
And that there was a God above.
And as a kid
They never once let me down
Ahh!
If only they could bring back the ones I love.

All those Christmases spent together
Now a family torn apart.
A home now bathed in silence
With only memories to warm the heart.
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42. Why Can't People See The Real Me?

In search of a friend that will take the time to look beneath the surface and get to know the real me.
- By Mantica Mosselli
- Published: June 2007 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
You Don't Know Me Yet Poem

Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I can be.
Sure I'm young, quiet and shy.

Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I can be.
Sure I'm young, quiet and shy.
But I'm such an amazing person, which many pass by.
Why?
Why can't people just take the time?
Just tell me your favorite thing to do and I'll tell you mine.
The people that do, I hold dear to my heart.
They see me as mysterious, sweet, funny and smart.
You can't expect me to open up the very first day.
It takes time, but trust me, I'll soon have a lot to say.
Why?
Why can't people wait and get to know the real me?
I bet you I'd be a much different person than you first did see.
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43. In The Garden Inside Me

The garden I wrote about in this poem, represents a part of myself that I keep hidden from the world. I wanted to write about as kind of decaying over time from the hurt of never letting anyone see it, and at the end of the poem I have finally come to an acceptance and let this unknown part of me be known.
- By Joanna Hooper
- Published: January 2014 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Do I dare let you in
the garden inside me,
The sparrows are dead their tunes left unsung,
Dying waiting to be set free,

Do I dare let you in
the garden inside me,
The sparrows are dead their tunes left unsung,
Dying waiting to be set free,
In a prison of rusty gates that
never open,
Flowers sacrifice their petals to
time,
The wind stealing them greedily
the only one that sings in this
shrouded wilderness
Kept sacred in the essence no longer
living,
The gates are open do you dare
walk in.
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