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Another Lonely Christmas
by Ann *Stareyes*

Christmas is here once again
Such a beautiful time of year
Another lonely Christmas
Mom's Void brings me to tears.

Growing up as a child
I still remember Mom so well
I remember those good night kisses
And the stories she would tell.

There were six of us kids
She was busy as could be
She Loved us all so much
Anyone could see.

As each day would end
She'd finally get a break
She'd always read her Bible
And then she would pray.

She was our inspiration
That kept us on solid ground
She was our rock
That kept us all sound.

Then came the day
The Doc broke our hearts
Mom Had cancer
And I felt my heart stop.

He told us she had 6 months
I cried and I prayed
I didn't question God
But I begged him to let her stay.

After she was told this
She was still strong as could be
Her faith was remarkable
And the pain she didn't want us to see.

As each day went by
We stayed at her side
We watched her fade away
And all we could do was cry.

She lived 14 months
After she had been diagnosed with this
God extended her time
To help us prepare for this.

Tuesday, March 11, 1997
My phone rang
My sis said, "Ann, Mom's turned for the worst
And she's calling your name.

When I got there
I knew it wouldn't be long
Death was in her eyes
God soon would carry her home.

In her final moments
Each of us kids told her of our love
Of how it would remain with her
When she'd take her journey above.

I stayed by her side
For 2 long days
She smiled and closed her eyes
Then she slowly drifted away.

God gave me the strength
To turn loose and let her go
But he still knows today
How I miss her so.

I still try to make Mom proud
Because she's looking from above
She would be proud of me
I thank her for all her love.

Oh how she loved Christmas
Sharing it with her kids and friends
Us cooking our Christmas dinner
I'll cherish these memories till the end.

Now the holidays are here again
And in my heart so much pain
Of not having her with me
And the tears flow like rain.
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Christmas time is so hard
But I'll make it through with God's help.
No One could ever miss their Mom as much as I miss mine!

(In Loving Memory Of My Mom
Jan.19,1937-March 13,1997)

Everyone is doing a great job. Keep em comming and lets give the judges a challenge of deciding if they can!

--Sher

Christmas Love
By: Angela & Peter

The smell of pine is in the air
The ornaments are all so dainty
Bows and ribbons grace the tree too
And the angel on top is so pretty

I look around and what do I find
But a handsome man near the tree
The twinkling lights reflect in his eyes
I wonder if he'll notice me

A red sweater and black pants
Adorn his sleek body
A glass of eggnog in his hand
I must get a better look at this hottie

As I walk across the room
Snow falls outside the window
Big white flakes gently land
Filling up the meadow

As she walks across the room
My eyes can't help but stare
Ruby red lips and eyes of blue
Walking as if without a care

I see her approach and I smile
I grab a candy cane from the tree
Trying to be as cool as I can
She speaks so sweetly to me

She starts with some small talk
About the smell of pine
I try to find witty words to say
I stutter, here's a candy cane, it's mine

She giggles at my shyness
Seems to handle it well
Puts me at ease without effort
I think she likes me, I can tell

We start to move slowly as we talk
And find ourselves under the mistletoe
We look into each others eyes and kiss
Both feeling a love within us grow

One Last Kiss Under The Mistletoe
by Ann *Stareyes*

Standing under the mistletoe
Dreams fulfill my soul
Kisses within my heart
Oh How I should let go.

Dreams that should've never been
Desire that shouldn't be
Feelings that took over
Why me?

Just for memories one last kiss
As we stand under the mistletoe
Memories that has to be lost
And feelings I have to let go.

I promise I'll never forget you
You'll remain dear to my heart
Memories of those sweet candy kisses
That always melted my heart.

Santa’s Booboo

Santa must have gotten hot last night
He left his coat behind
After he drank all the milk in sight

Santa must be polite
He took his boots off
Left them by the fireplace
Before setting up presents last night

Santa must think daddy needs clothes
He left his pants behind
Under the Christmas tree

Santa must be blind
We found his glasses
Stuck under the love seat

Santa must be cold by now
Tucked half way under the rug
His underwear was found

At least Santa has his hat
Oh no
He left it in Daddy’s
Pick-em up truck

Mrs. Clause is really going to be mad
How is Santa going to explain
He has no clothes left

Hope poor Santa
Does not freeze
He is flying around
Totally naked
If you know what I mean

---Sherry Lynn Hull Richardson

So far everyone is doing a great job! The judges sure have their work cut out for themselves. WTG everyone that has participated!

--Sher

Please, keep them coming we still have time for more

Remembering the Reason

He enters nervous and shaken
fighting back a strong addiction
Grabs a chair, sits and listens
introducing names around the circle

Abusing drugs and an alcoholic
just released from his rehab
Trying to win her heart back
fighting to be a good parent

Though he hasn't seen her in ages
He remembers her sweet little face
the one so filled with innocence
His simple, pure motivation

Though the fight is consistent
to want to drink and use again
He remembers why he's changing
for the responsibly he never had

He remembers her face in details
every time he wants to break
She smiles like her mother
as he sits there and remains

a room of addicts on New Years eve
with motivation to be forever clean
Making promises that most will break
but he’s determined to reach his peace

For a brand new year brings new hope
given to his family and for himself
Only if he remains in this room to heal
and allows himself to let pain go

~Jacklyn

Changing Times

New opportunities open
While the door behind closes
Fresh beginnings
Memories to make

Striving for the best
Refusing to settle for less
Embracing the New Year
For all it has

2006 bound to be a blast
Leaving 2005 in the past
Maybe this New Year
I will find true love at last

Children keep growing
Time travels by speedy fast
Keep looking over
Studying the past

What will I do
When they are all grown
My mind continues to wonder
As the next New Year approaches

--Sherry Lynn Hull Richardson

mine as well,.. it was written quite a while ago, but i doubt it's worthy anyway =O)

the hollow flame of christmas
is but a memory
suspended in the wind;
unanimated and sore.

a discordant lullaby
self-seething
and unsettling to the touch.

resonating within
the emptiness
a frost-bitten chill
no amount of soothing
could thaw.

and in all my selfishness,
not once did i wonder
if maybe it wasn't
meant to be felt
like it was - and did
that very first time.

I think everyone has written some beautiful poems. I am relieved that I do not have the taks of judging because it is a difficult task with so many talented individuals. Great Job everyone...

--Sher

Well, I'm thinking I'm far too late lol, but I've read some pretty great poems, so I'd just like to say Good luck to all! And Merry Christmas, Happy New Year...and so on :P