Years have gone since I was a child, <br />Though not once could I say life was plain or mild, <br />Fights amidst gift giving and even at dinner, <br />Lights torn down as tears fell from mother’s eyes, <br />Many nights I heard this angel’s cries, <br />Through many dark and sadistic years, <br />One face, one voice, was always what cheers <br /> <br />Her heart, her passion, and her grace <br />Was what put us in our “better place” <br />A gift in hand and a dinner for many, <br />Room for one more, her house seemed to have plenty <br /> <br />How is it that so many years have passed and now I think of this? <br />That we as children have taken advantage of our mothers <br />And all the while stuck in our own selfish bliss? <br />Her hugs her kisses hello her food we’ll miss <br /> <br />This year is a first without her, our angel of all those years <br />We won’t see her smile, hear jokes, nor dry her tears. <br />The passion she’s shown children no matter whose they are <br />Family and friends alike without this holiday’s shining star <br /> <br />Rest in peace my mother, my guardian angel, my star atop my tree <br />Our holidays have dimmed once again, for she walks with Jesus now... and not with me. <br /> <br />Mahal kita, Nanay...<br /><br />Aurora Wells<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-christmas-without/
