I’m not looking forward to Christmas
Not since we lost Mum this year
I’m not looking forward to a Christmas
Devoid of any Christmas cheer
Dads doing his best to lift our spirits
All though inside he’s really hurting too
He wants to make it a special time
And do the things like Mum used to do
So we decked the house with garlands
And trimmed the Christmas tree
We hung the Christmas cards on strings
So that everyone could see
Then with all the decorations up
My Dad went round us one by one
To ask us what gift we wanted
And he promised his best would be done
My sister Jules wants new clothes
Kenny wants music of any kind
The twins they want an X-Box
And the baby really doesn’t mind
Then Dad asked me “what do you want son?
What gift would stop you feeling glum”?
I said “I don’t want a present Dad
All I wish for Christmas is my Mum”
Comments
skinner_jennifer | December 22, 2010 - 15:45
Hi Biggus,
I can relate to this poem, cause when my mum died in
2001, my dad was really lost at Christmas, so he
came to us, we made the best and actually in the end
we had a good time.
This poem kind of brought it all back to me.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.
Biggus | December 22, 2010 - 16:08
Thanks Jenny, I remember the first Christmas after my Dad died and Mum just went through the motions.
My brother died on Christmas Eve 2008 which makes Christmas a very poignant time for us.
Thanks again
Paul