Christmas Letter

Memories from the past,

Seeping into my mind.

A time long since passed,

Desires that were declined.

 

Shiny objects and pretty things

Often asked by others my age.

Waiting to see what Santa brings,

Only wanting her pain to assuage.

 

At the start of autumn long ago,

My letter was written – my true desire.

Her cancer to cease its growth,

And lift our family back even higher.

 

The answer to my wishes, delivered early –

That November – she was taken.

Clinging to my father and brother firmly,

Three hearts together -aching.

 

The Christmas letter hadn’t been mailed,

Desire denied, no matter how I beseeched.

Failing to hold back the tears, I inhaled –

My best friend, taken, now out of my reach.

 

© Susan Reed

Thank you

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