Christmas Mourning

A dark and narrow road, in cold and weary night,
is softened by the warming glow of hazy Christmas lights.
I pass a house so lifeless; so bare and destitute,
no lights, no tree, no candles- she does not follow suit.
Her garage door is missing; all nature rules inside
the workshop left abandoned since her darling husband died.
I see her, sometimes, standing there, with a disillusioned gaze,
and wonder what Christmas must be like alone; those joyous and happy days.
For Christmas is the time for love and for care, and whilst all the world rejoice,
Alone she will sit, in their room, by his chair, and no more will she hear his voice.




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