Christmas looms near.
People pass by,
singing and smiling,
and giving good cheer.
I look at their faces
and strain to find
a clue or a hint of some pain close to mine.
I see bright, shiny eyes that seemingly smile,
and a nod of greetings while they're all passing by.
I continue to watch, amazed at their will
to go on with lives while mine's lying still.
Shops all amassed with holiday mirth,
celebrating our one true Christ Savior's birth,
but there are those of us looking,
no matter how mild,
for another soul getting through Christmas
without their sweet child.
Poem About Grief At Christmas
A Search This Christmas
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2015 with permission of the Author.
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