The Christmas Tears
I will gather with the family,
Christmas Day is finally here,
But I will reserve a moment of time,
To shed my Christmas tear.
This special moment is just for us,
A mother and her son,
I'll laugh and cry about times gone by,
And all the things we've done.
As I hum our Christmas carols,
I'll open the gift you made for me.
This gift is more precious than gold itself,
It's the gift of your memory.
As I sift through the layers of tissue
That are in this gift of mine,
It takes me back to a Christmas past,
To a brighter and happier time.
I'll relive all the Christmases
That we had for twenty-two years,
Knowing that there will be no more,
Brings on the Christmas tears.
But you have bestowed a second gift,
That starts things all anew,
A granddaughter to mend the hole in my heart,
That was left by losing you.
I trust these precious gifts of yours
Will sustain me through the years,
And maybe there will be a Christmas day,
With no more Christmas tears.
In Memory of her Son
Robert T. Ching, Jr.