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Christmas With Clint

Ornaments all packed away
Labeled fragile handle with care
As I open up the special box
It has been another difficult year

I carefully unwrap each ornament
Place them lovingly on the tree
My mind drifts back to holidays
When you were here with me

The ornaments you made in school
Those with your sweet face
I hold them close against my heart
As if it's you I do embrace

The tears again begin to flow
This pain is deep within
Each ornament that shines so bright
The way our lives had been

The Christmas music softly plays
Outside the snow does fall
Inside my heart still broken
It shall never mend at all

I place the final ornament
Upon the Christmas Tree
I wish I wish upon a star
That you were here with me

In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies
Lyndie Sorenson
December 2006

ANOTHER LONELY DECEMBER

..by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Another lonely December,
Waiting for Christmas to pass,
Staring out through the window,
At the cold beyond the glass.

Dreaming of the years gone by,
And things I love to remember,
Knowing this life will always bring,
Another lonely December.

 

© 2004 - Christine Ross

Christine, Luke's Mom...MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU (Luke Skywalker and Luke, sky... walker)

Lucas Christopher Ross "Luke", October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001, Age 21, Acute Bronchopneumonia

 

 

A WALK ON CHRISTMAS DAY

....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

I took a walk on Christmas day
In the cool crisp winter air.
The trees bowed down before me
And they whispered in my ear.

"Walk lightly on the pathway.
Tip-toe quietly as you go.
Remember all the days gone by
Of the life you used to know"

Along the path were Christmas trees
And stars and angel wings,
Toys for little children
But no children could be seen.

Bright red bows and Christmas wreaths
And flowers all around,
Big brass horns and jingle bells
Although they made no sound.

Manger scenes and ornaments
And little twinkle lights,
Santa Clause and reindeer,
That didn't come last night.

Decorations everywhere,
It was Christmas at this place.
All was well until I felt
A teardrop on my face.

I walked lightly on the pathway.
I tip-toed quietly as I prayed.
Then I looked down and saw it...
His name upon his grave.

"It's Christmas", whispered all the trees
To the graveyard names below.
..And I remembered days gone by
Of the life I used to know.

© 2007 - Christine Ross