To My Mother On Christmas Day

Chritmas brings with it,
A certain joy...
A happiness long forgot,
We have only the memories,
To sew our lot-

All the mistakes we've made,
All the losts we know,
Dwindle to memories,
There is time left
To live today-

Yet I know,
That I will miss the time that comes
  but once a year,
Though it's scary to admit,
Time bears many wounds,
But maybe Christmas can
Heal the scars we've endured-

(c) Daniel J. Martin [Mister E. of CiA Productions]
            all rights disturbed


Mother, I know we've had our problems in the past, but I want you to know
that I still love you and appreciate everything that you have done for me.
I have no gift, but this poem, and my love. Who could put a price tag on
emotions?