Last Christmas I spent alone
In the stillness of this big home
No tv, no table and no bed to lay my head
Family invites were many ,I stayed home instead
Depressed with the hand life had dealt me
I decided to stay home, for some self help you see
Not wanting to spoil their Christmas with my bitter mood
I would stay in this big empty house in solitude
Christmas eve walking the street alone
Looking at the lights that lit up each home
Then a glass of wine by the fireplace where I would lay
Spend my night waiting for the break of day
Christmas Morning as I sipped my coffee
through the back door I saw four deer
In the white snow, playing ever so softly
I see Gods beautiful creatures every day
But somehow this seemed different in some way
I guess I was just glad to be alive to see another day
watching the deer at play I realized
I had just got the greatest gift
For me there is no longer a loving wife
But I still have the gift of life
This is a beautiful poem...sad, yet dear to remember we all have another day
to enjoy the simple things of life, of nature. The background goes very well
with the poem, and even in July, puts me in the mood for the holidays:) AD
Reminds me of one of my writes..The greatest gift I've ever owned ...came fpor free ..it was not a loan...God and all of the beauty He provided for us if we only look around us..hurts cme and hurts go..life goes on..love the deer part..we see them here often..God bless..Valentine
Ray, that was beautiful! And I disagree that you are 'not a poet' ...you are definitely a poet...but please keep this attached to your name because every time I read "not a poet" it makes me smile...you have a good sense of humor!
I really wish you would take that 'not a poet' tag off your name! You have proven you
are a poet. This is beautiful, I would like to know how you do the glitter thing with your pages????
I guess everyone would get on that bandwagon, but they truly are wonderful.
We don't really do the Christmas in July charade here in Australia, why do you? Is it the weather?
Surely snow time is the obvious choice. This speaks of loneliness and there is nothing that makes us feel lonely
more than Christmas does...even in a crowd, especially if you have lost your loved one...so sorry :-)
Nicely done...
Helen.
I Am Canadian " A "
These days I have a lot of time on my hands.
Never being a person interested in even reading, it seems unbelievable
to find myself, here writing poetry.
My mind o.. more..