©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart
Another Christmas is rolling around
My first Christmas without you.
All through the house, there is no sound
Of reminiscing and laughter with you.
Sometimes, I hear you call my name
As if everything would be the same
As it was before God took you.
I have your memories I own
But without your warm touch
All are as cold as stone.
I'll keep you deep within my heart
Even though death, did us part
Until I join with you
When my life, too, is through.
|At Daughter Christine's house Dec. 21st 2011|