Time is near
Not a word
Ringing phone
Talking bird

A single note
Some display
Warm her heart
Make her day

A tiny gesture
Help her smile
His certain touch
Just a while

The crystal moon
Saw her cry
A frozen tear
Left her eye

In her room
Beside her bed
Linger thoughts
Of what he said

“With you, Mom
My love will stay,
I’ll send a card
For Christmas Day.”

The Christmas card
Fails to come
Many others
Not that one

Turkey roasting
Troubling mind
Still the card
Yet to find

As she turns
There it lay
In his hand
Christmas Day
Copyright © 2003 Delbert H. Rhodes

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