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In memory of those who see Christmas differently
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In memory of those who see Christmas differently |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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This Christmas Day On this tree whose leaves fall like rain, whispers of sound on presents unclaimed, ribbons have come unfurled, lights have dimmed – burned out, and Christmas balls leave shattered remains on carpeted floor – ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ the phone never rings, bright green tree turned blue, despairingly shades to black – the loss of you, my son, this Christmas Day. © wesley james beard, jr. December 2003 *** See That Child See the people, see the crowds, laughing and gay, talking, waving their hands, window shopping, as they go on their way. See that child, over there, before the window where the Christmas Tree stands. See the colored lights and Christmas balls reflecting in her eyes, on her cheeks, where the tears run. See that child crying, alone, forgotten - dying inside. See that child… oh please, see that child. This Christmas Day ©wesley james beard, jr. December 2003 © wesley james beard, jr. [This message has been edited by jwesley (12-09-2018 05:53 PM).] |
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augustsky Senior Member Posts 828 midwest US |
J, You have turned me to mush... Absolutely Beautifully done Poet. "talk to me awhile, you know you don't have to go, you're the Poetry man, you make things alright".. Phoebe Snow Sky~ |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Loved this, and the composition grabbed me and pulled me in, to want to read more.... Well done. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Jimmy! You always seem to find that perspective where you can sneak up on a person's heart and grab it and give it a good squeeze. Fantastic as per your usual my friend. ~L |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
augustsky - ah, corn meal mush? Or my favorite, grits with pulled pork, or left overs from a pork roast, mixed in, and a few seasonings (we called it scrapple), pored into a flat pan or bowl about 5/8's to 1/2" thick, , chilled in the fridge, cut into 2 or 3" pieces and pan fried. Scrumptious! "mush" otherwise, my friend - I'm honored. LeeJ Heart beats from me, my friend. Lori your comments always warm me up, my friend, I love it! walk easy . . . you guys. jimmy |
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bbynams Junior Member Posts 49 |
The true meaning of Christmas! |
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