Merry Christmas Mama
Merry Christmas mama
I'm sorry there's no tree
And I feel kind of bad
With no present to you from me
Merry Christmas mama
You should see the lights
They're so beautiful this year
All of them so bright
Merry Christmas mama
I'm blowing you a kiss
Trusting that an Angel
Will see it doesn't miss
Merry Christmas mama
From me, your youngest child
Clutching tight to memories
Of the many times you smiled
Merry Christmas mama
I still love you so
Sorry for the tears
But it's time for me to go
Merry Christmas mama
I'm trying to be brave
But it is my first Christmas
To be standing at your grave
I miss you mama......RIP
Comments
Thank you Jayne
Same to you and yours. ((hugs))
Merry Christmas Rett
What a beautiful way to say Merry Christmas to your Mum!
Thank you Mona
I appreciate it.
Rett
Old friend, your Mam is forever alive in you and that is the beauty of our lives.
Every year I read this and it still touches my heart. you know I almost lost my Mom, the (savanah beach story) so this poem of yours always makes me feel thankful that she is still here with me.as a matter of fact i'mom my way to her for Christmas dinner with all my sibling. A pray I will include for you In your thanks to be here prayer my friend.
Always Eddie
Thanks Eddie
Your kind words are always welcome my friend.
My thanks Shirl
She so loved Christmas.
mama
A wonderful tribute to missing your mother................stan
Thank you Stan
She was maddening at times, but I miss her so much at Christmas. She loved it.
My deepest thanks Amalzamani
May the year be kind to you and yours.
But every year YOU were her present,
And we never get tired of it Rett.
But every year YOU were her present,
and here you still are!
Love to you Rett from Ann.
She taught us a lot
For a woman who only had two days of schooling, she was one smart cookie. Maddening, lovable and a great mom.
Sorry for you loss Rosina
It is never easy to lose a parent, but keep them alive in your memory and they are always with you.
Thank you for the kind words.
More often than not, it is
More often than not, it is Mother who is the heart of the family.
We lose heart with her passing. Helen..3/28/84, and Louis 12/26/03
As long as a memory lives no one really dies.
~
So true Anna
They may be gone, but they still remain.
This touches me so Rett
I had to cry on this one and I remember last year too. You wrote this just beautifully Rett and Mama is looking down on you and so proud of her son. Blessings to you and the family friend
Buon Natale
Love Mona Magics
Thank you Mona Magics
Blessing to you and yours also.
Rett
Loved it a year ago, love it now.
Janice
Thank you so much my friend.
Thank you Chrys
((Hugs)) to you and bear.
Awww i miss my mom, too!
i think my xmas spirit died the same year my mom did. celebrating alone tomorrow but will definitely revisit more cheerful memories. rlly hit home unexpectedly.
thx for this one, Rett. i'm sure your mother cherishes the undying love and memory.
My best to you
You are not alone. Your mom is always there, if only in your memories. Merry Christmas.
Rett
Just believe that they are always there, just a thought away.
Enjoy each moment and they will enjoy with you..
A lovely write for your Mother, who watches over her children still,
Yours Ian.T
Peaceful Holidays
To you and yours, my friend.
Thanx Mark
May your Holidays be bright.
Thank you Rett, and I too
Thank you Rett, and I too sailed through worlds invisible with you here,
and recognise the traits of my parents in me, I loved both equally,
but was always sad that we had the slight burden of a Victorian
upbringing in the background, how I should have just loved to have
known them better, my mother I did much more, as she lived till 91,
my father weakened by killing pain at 72.
Today children communicate about ALL with their parents, how lucky they are.
And possibly don't even know it?
Love as ever Rett, I picture the scene, and sense the feeling. Ann.
Thank you Ann
I watched over my mom mostly from my teens on as I was the only one close. The last few years my middle brother watched over her along with me. She died of the big C since her doctor just treated her like she was a hypochondriac since she was old. By the time I convinced her to see another doctor things had progressed too far. I miss her still and it has been many years.
What the Hell
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