Well it is December once again
people full of happiness and cheer
but oh no, not for me, for I will be remembering
the beginning of that dreaded New Year.
It's not that I resent the fact that its Christmas, I don't
its just a sad feeling I get, I can't help it, but it's true
Its just the memories of you leaving us
and starting the New year without you.
You were taken away; we were not allowed to follow
But when you passed I felt it, I felt the pain I knew
The clock struck ten, I felt the mighty blow, yes I felt it
Yes I knew and so did cousin Paul, because he felt it too.
TBC
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I would like to translate this poem
Understood. My ex wife's mum died on my ex wife's birthday. It's a constant reminder that, in time, can be turned into a positive. Ez