This poem is dedicated to those whose first Christmas is without a loved one…

As the holiday of Christmas comes softly near
We miss you so very much my dear

Your chair is still here by me
Looking over my shoulder you I do not see

That chair is a constant reminder of you
So lost and alone—am without a clue

Sometimes up, sometimes down
Sometimes smiles, sometimes frowns

Through the tears, we see pictures of your smile
The gleam in your eyes keeps us all for a while

With the memories and laughter we often shared
And all the ways you showed you cared

In our hearts, we know you are in a much better place
But that thought does not seem to even erase…

The fact that you are no longer here
We miss you so very much this time of year.

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