It's Christmas
Though you were Buddhist
You wanted the day
To be special for us
So in my hands
This time of year
You are there
Helping me provide
For my own little family
You are in the whisk
Turning over my intentions
Of love into cookies
I light candles
Remembering your eyes
Hint of smile in them
Every now and again
I saw you happy
It's true
So true
Love at every turn
I miss you.
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1 comment:
crying. My mother too is in my hands at Christmas. She taught me the joy of giving love.
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