Missing Mom

Christmas lights flicker

into colors, green and red.

The silence of the season

hangs in what is not said.

It is the knowing you are not here

your smile I miss the most,

The quiet way you made it so

a holiday Christmas toast.

I will miss our first Christmas

with you not around.

I will miss all the other Christmas’

in memory do resound.

Copyright:  2011  CMM

Christmas lights flicker

   into colors, green and red.

The silence of the season

   hangs in what is not said.

It is the knowing you are not here

   your smile I miss the most,

The quiet way you made it so

   a holiday Christmas toast.

I will miss our first Christmas

   with you not around.

I will miss all the other Christmas’

    in memory do resound.

Copyrighted:  2011 CMM