Christmas is almost here, a time of love, joy and cheer, <br />children waiting excitedly - expectantly for Santa to <br />appear. <br /> <br />Loving the many happy moments of caring and sharing, <br />bringing joy to all the land. <br /> <br />Many people though are filled with heavy sorrow for <br />loved ones who have passed on. <br /> <br />Knowing nothing can ease the pain of death, many try <br />to carry on for the sake of their children. <br /> <br />Christmas time is colorful, beautiful, yet some people's <br />lives are colored black. <br /> <br />Yet, there is still life for those who are left and each <br />must grasp at and hold what we can of it until our death <br />comes to possess us within it's curtains, taking us to our <br />final Christmas, blessed joy in heaven. <br /> <br /> (8: 49 a.m. - 12/21/93)<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-sorrow/
