The old broken tree swing
How many children soared...

Christ was born that special day
Hope and love we all do pray...

Under the old rustic archway I enter,
Beginning my walk on hallowed ground...

I wander through this house
that no longer feels like home...

Last night I gazed at the roaring fire,
Radiating warmth from the fireplace...

Ever take the time to wish
To hopefully fulfill a dream...

As unkempt as a weed filled garden,
as prickly as any wild rose...

I began the holiday in a somber mood
It was the first to be without you here...

Yesterday's loves will linger.
Greeting you in unexpected ways...

I know it is not within your faith having angels...
When we talk about the seven faces I see there...

Not an empty seat found at the all night diner
As he stands outside so alone in the snow...

Your name would arise
Time to time these past years...