Christmas with Mama (Ted A. Richard - Church Point, LA)

 

My Mama died at Christmas when I was just ten

I never thought I could enjoy Christmas again.

Our Christmas tree, we never took down;

It was Christmas in our house all year ‘round.

Each time I stared into the shimmering lights,

I knew that my Mama was keeping me alright.

Guiding my mind with pleasant dreams

 And memories of us;  never-ending, it seems.

And then one day, a lightning storm

And all the memories of Mama were gone.

Each year at Christmas, the houses light up

With sparkle and cheer;  bright until sunup.

Then it all comes down ; and Christmas disappears

With the ringing of the brand New Year.

Each Christmas season so happy and gay.

Why does it ever have to go away.

Then I thought to myself, it shouldn’t be so.

It’s always Christmas as long as I know

That Mama is with me in my heart and my mind.

I love that it’s always Christmas time.