Mother At Christmas

Written December 25, 2002

My mother was not fleshly present,

for Christmas this year.

Her spirit was everywhere.

You could not feel her hand or face.

She was in the air;

her soft loving ways…

we passed to each other.

The chance to tell one another.

I didn’t see her there,

or hear her call.

Just to know she was there…

was the greatest gift of all.

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