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Decorations are arranged,
Gifts are exchanged
But,
Christmas just isn’t the same...
...Not since June 17th
When God took
The link
That kept our family whole.
It stirs in my soul
When I sit at the table
And you’re not there.
Without your words of encouragement,
My endeavors
Are all just up in the air;
Drifting,
Shifting,
Changing according to desires
Of passing lovers.
I sink every morning
When it’s just me under the covers.
Dear God,
When you took her away,
You took the ceiling
And the roof.
And now my family
Is but a frame
That has already fallen through.
Yes,
The decorations are nice;
The tree
And the lights.
But,
The holidays are just
No longer as festive
Now that you’re resting.
Copyright 2019 by Kentrell Blanche
