The Angel

Finally decorating the Christmas tree

Seemed wrong to do it before giving thanks

For all the problems you helped me solve

And all the times you just listened to me

Happy memories slowly build

To wash away the grief and pain

It’s 11 years since you joined Dad

But now the tears are shrouded

In joy for happy times remembered

And resumed

Hope you like the tree Mom

Because the angel is for you

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About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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5 Responses to The Angel

  1. Miss Lou says:

    Beautiful share, thanks so much 🙂 This made me think back to those Christmases I spent with my own mother. I was 16 when she died.

    #Heartbreaking

    Miss Lou
    xx

    • sandrabranum says:

      My mom died when I was 42, but it still hurts even though I can rationalize that it’s the circle of life. I suspect it’s harder on children because they don’t have that luxury — if you can really call explaining away the emotional agony a luxury. Sending a cyber hug your way… Regards, Sandra

      • Miss Lou says:

        Thanks so much Sandra. It was very difficult at the time, and that pain has certainly faded now.

        I reflect at times and have beautiful and not so beautiful memories, but appreciate every single one.

        The great ones are great and the more difficult experiences helped me to learn and grow and create change in my life for the better 🙂

        Thanks again

        Miss Lou
        xx

      • sandrabranum says:

        I know what you mean. I try to re-channel my pain into my writing whenever possible and if that doesn’t work, I grab the tissues and wallow in the pain for awhile. 😉

      • Miss Lou says:

        Best thing to do I reckon! A god cry usually helps things heal.

        I imagine we would go quite mad holding it all in, and that comes out with the physical pain – like you get when there is a lump in your throat because you are trying so hard not to cry!

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