Candles In December ~ My sadness seems reflected in the music that I hear.... Every young one's glowing face reminds me you're not here. Shoppers crowd the festive stores, emotions all run high, This world I was a part of once, seems to pass me by. This season's meant for happy times, for Love, Warm hearts, and cheer, But grieving families around the world Remember those not here. We struggle through the season, Lighting candles to proclaim, Our children aren't forgotten, Round the world our candles flame. I slowly pass through the gates thrown wide, One cold Christmas day, No toys or gifts do I bring ---Those are gifts of yesterday. I carry with me just a polished heart Of granite made, And walk with grief to where my baby lies, In a silent silvered glade. "Merry Christmas, Love" I whisper, The quiet words seem so forlorn, "I've brought my heart for you to keep, My gift, This Christmas morn. It is filled with all my love, Though this one's carved of stone, I'll place it here --- it will be near ---You'll never be alone." Please keep my gift, Beloved child close to where you lie, And know my love surrounds you Until the day, I too shall die. xx