Presents for 'Mo

Christmas is coming, it's that time of year,
A day for fresh tears and heartache I fear.
The lights in the windows, going up all around,
Tired out shoppers are all homeward bound.
Laden with presents for those that they love,
To place under a tree with an angel above.
This year I shop quicker, less gifts to buy,
No presents to wrap for my little guy.
Each year he was here, there were presents galore,
I couldn't resist, I bought out the store!
A present a day....for a week, maybe two,
A little toy ball and a new squeaky shoe.
One little red coat with sheepskin inside,
To keep him warm on those trips outside.
I'd hang up his stocking and fill it with care,
A new doggie brush for his soft silky hair.
Please answer my questions, I so need to know,
Is there Christmas at the Bridge...
are there presents for 'Mo?

'Mo's Mom Carol
October 22, 2000

Merry Christmas 'Mo

It's Christmas Eve, a most difficult day
as I think of the time when you "went away".
I didn't set up the lights and the tree...
but I guess you know that, since you gaze down on me.
I'm remembering our holidays of the past years,
I hung up your stockin'...I filled it with tears.
No presents now for you to tear open with glee,
each wrapped in paper, lovingly, by me.
So this year instead, on the wings of a prayer,
I send a different gift to the Bridge up there.
I've wrapped a hug and a kiss tightly in love,
and wish it to you in Heaven above.
As midnight approaches I'll wait to hear
your message to me, whispered in my ear.
"I love you, Mom", I'll hear it so clear,
and I'll feel your presence, so near and so dear.

'Mo's Mom Carol
December 24, 2000