dchurchwell Posted January 6, 2005 Share Posted January 6, 2005 Mom's First Christmas in Heaven Do not cry for me that I am not at home This year I am spending Christmas at my father's throne Do not fill your heart heavy with burden Instead, feel me in your heart within The gifts you gave each Christmas Eve Were immeasurable in their worth to me For you see, it wasn't about the robe or the shirt I received But it was your ever continuing love you gave to me It was the smiles and the laughter we shared The hugs and the kisses for me you bared Speak my name and you shall see That I'm alive in each memory Just because you do not see me this Christmas Eve Does not mean I'm not with you at the Christmas tree I'm the twinkling in each little light and in the curl of each little bow I'm the shimmer in each Christmas ball and the kiss beneath the mistletoe I'm the yawn of my grand babes sleepy little heads As mommies and daddies tuck them into beds I'm the crispness of each gentle breeze on Christmas morns I'm that old angel topper that our tree adorns So at Christmas do not fret; do not feel alone Because I'm spending Christmas in my father's home The view from here is grand and one day we can share But now for me Christmas is here and yours is there Do not be sad, in spirit I am with you This Christmas is not different, just something new So until we are together again inside heaven's door Keep me alive in spirit in your heart forevermore. Love, Mom Donna Hunter Churchwell Dedicated to my mom, Sara Hunter who lost her battle to SCLC, December 2, 2004 (5 months after diagnosis) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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