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Silent Night ?
by Ann Mills'Tis the day we call Christmas
and all through the digs
Many creatures are stirring
but none are my kids
Son, he is working
Daughter with Dad
Me at my parent's
'cause I don't have a pad
I remember the yesteryears
the days of old
when we were together
more precious than gold
It feels awefully lonely
Though family is near
Though love seems abounding
I miss those most dear
Oh silent night
Oh lonely night
I'll look to the future
When hope burns bright
12/25/2007 Posted on 12/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/25/07 at 06:23 PM I hope future holidays find you in the company of those you hold most dear. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 12/25/07 at 11:56 PM been there. all i can say is does get better. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/10/09 at 07:30 PM Ann, I love the sentiment and the gentle rhymes. I too long for those wonderful days with your family and have such great memories. Your biographies crisscross ours at so many points. Thanks for the memories, beloved. |
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