Blue Christmas Poem by Thomas Plotz

I'm giving up
I'm giving up my secret
I've been Blue, during this Christmas
Looking for you, Love

Wishing the last minute shopping would lift my spirits
Thanks to the Family for the check, for something that
Was to take ten days, came in two

Anticipating you, would take my Blue, and carry it away
Too many things undone, too many sunsets unseen,
To be left reading, the lines in between, so here it is

Went to church, but I was crying too much,
Do you know that tears, the scent not pleasant, with that I
Kept my eye's down, down, or transfixed away, as
My Families, Angels wings flew by and I, observed
With shock and awe
Unsure if they were here at all, I should know how the
Education goes, by now, but still my mind blindness
Plays tricks with me! ! !

Even the priest told a comparable story, of my past,
At Christmas Mass, but that's his job for all, right?

One with a baby, one with a basket, the singer of me
One sitting with a violin, and MDR in a pew

Thought I heard Josh D call my name three times,
Tom, Tom, Tom
Then -
Sara walking past, at last I got up, to sit by her pew
I didn't say hello soon enough, to anyone
I said, Merry Christmas Sara to her, but she was
Out the door, Mass was over, and I did the same to her once
Answering with a reply, Sorry Sara -
I do l Love you, Sara - I'M Sorry for the Blue Christmas

Nevertheless, I'M happy I saw you all from a far,
I do, I do, and I do
Love, you
You're all my family, whom I Love

Thank you for the miles roamed
Thank you for your loving wings
Thank you for bring your Love to me

Thank you -
To help me SING - Blue Christmas

T. Plotz
Blue Christmas
25 DEC, Christmas 2015