The Ghost of Christmas Past.

As I grasped his robe and floated away,
On currents of memories that never stay.
Images flew around my head,
Of loves, laughs and tears quickly shed.

As the focus sharpened I saw you there,
Your soft brown eyes and beautiful red hair.
You were young again with our first baby in arms,
Gently humming a song, with your incredible charm.

It was our first home at 44 Wesley,
At your feet was our dog we called Chelsey.
Then I saw myself coming up the stairs,
Again so young with much more hair.

I sat beside you arm drapped round,
I said nothing to halt the beautiful sounds.
I watched this new little family of four,
And smile from deep in my own heart’s core.

As I feel the touch of that Christmas Ghost,
I float away knowing what I miss the most.
That memory lost years ago in my head,
Was replaced by ill feelings instead.

I return to my room and I am left alone,
To ponder the image I was shown.
I must thank the ghost for showing me my past,
Pulling lost feelings back at last.

It allows me a warmth and curious smile,
To wish you happiness, at least for awhile.
To remember the women that you once were,
That memory of a small family acts as the cure.

Though we will never see eye to eye,
I will at least offer a simple try.
And through this season of mirth and cheer,
Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year.

The Ghost of Christmas Past.

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