A Christmas Wish

This Christmas
No greater gift
Could come to me
Than just
For once
For once
To see
My own children
Just being happy.

by David Keig

Comments (6)

Nicely thought and written. And in rememberance the pleasure is to recall the past with joy n happpiness.
The beginning two lines spoke to me the clearest- twilight seems to be the time to sit at the window and watch the darkness overtake the day and remember the past and grieve over people lost- - - - - - - How dear to me the twilight hour! It breathes, it speaks of pleasures past;
I keep remembrance so I won't forget
Yet, no; ah, no! forget, forget My ardent love, my faith, and me; Remember not we ever met; I would not cause one pang to thee.............So intense....so....so.....Beautiful piece of love and cry, agony and ecstasy. Nice indeed.
Memoirs of the love and loved one are captivating. Thanks for sharing.
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