THE SILENCE OF CHRISTMAS MORNING
..by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher
Ross 1979 - 2001
The silence of Christmas morning,
Echoes through my lonely soul.
No laughter or excitement,
Just the sound of growing old.
Growing old without my son,
No more light upon my face.
Oh how I miss Christmas morning,
In this abandoned... silent place.
I have memories of the laughter,
And the whispering joy within,
From noisy Christmas mornings,
But the memories have an end.
His sweet life was quietly hushed,
When he left us without warning.
This one memory will always bring,
The silence of Christmas morning.
© 2004 - Christine Ross