My Blue Christmas

Sorrow dances across my face as thoughts of Christmas and another gone a rise.
Daddy is missing. He's not the same. He is aged in silver and his bones are brittle.His mind is worn with age.  We cannot take care of him by ourselves. He's in a home for the elderly and the feeble,  a health and rehab center, AKA " nursing home".

Christmas will not be the same. The first death has come once you enter the home . The second death is when you enter the ground. White rain falls as silver ice glistens on the roof tops and the trees. My daddy is gone. I miss him much. I am alone with my tear drops . They roll off my cheeks, still frozen red from the cold. They fall slowly to the ground.

Three important family members are now gone two are past, one is waiting, and I am left crying in the rain now iced. Winds blow coldly through the tree's whistling Merry Christmas. I remember the birth of Jesus told to me as a child, and I am thankful for Him that died on the cross and Rose again on the 3rd day. Comforted that I will see my family again one day . As for now day by day blessed are those that mourn for they shall be comforted.

I look over to the place my daddy lived, across the street.  finding it is empty. Only filled with memories, leaving me empty,and welled up with sorrow from deep with in. My eyes are the clouds that hold the rain that falls when too much is inside.

This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. Be thankful for the time that has past and gone. Be thankful for the present which is now. Be thankful for the God Given future ahead and the road less traveled that leads to Heaven. Where I will see my loved ones again . So Merry Christmas to me and all that receive the gift of Salvation. Thank you Jesus for dying on that tree. :)

By Bernice Bowling