The following is a poem I wrote at the request of my Grandmother before she passed away this last summer. I was able to spend a night with her when she asked me to do this only after the fact that she had already told a couple of my aunts that I would. This was hard to write as emotions and sadness washed over me for, Christmas Eve was her special day and it was hard knowing she wouldn't be there. Thank you for letting me share!~Kassie
Sitting with the one I love
on clouds of purest snow,
I look to earth with pride
and want you to know,
This Christmas will be the
first that I will not attend,
Understand within the hurt of
your heart, time will soon mend.
My love for you is great, my
love for you each so deep,
I’ve cherished every moment
awake and every moment asleep.
This Christmas will be the
first that you will not see me,
But know that I have left the
old body and now am flying free.
Do not be miffed, as I could
not let this glorious Eve pass without one last gift, a little something from
me to you to help with the days that you feel blue.
This Christmas will be the
first that I will not see the look upon each little face or feel the warmth of
every single one of your embrace.
Just know this gift was sent
from above, as a reminder of mine and your Father’s love.
This Christmas will be the
first, but certainly not the last, as I have taught each one of you the gift of
a family is much stronger than any silver cast.
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