A Christmas Tale

A Christmas Tale

I’m lying here, curled on my bed, but I can’t move I can’t feel my body and but for the heavy rapid beatings of my heart, I’d swear my soul had finally left this world, had given up this fight Her first Christmas, and now my dreams of my family life are laid bare they lie shattered, and I along with them are damaged beyond repair As he took her from me this morning, he finally killed my soul and I lie here and no longer care I know, I can not move, but I know nor can I stay I lie here and ask for strength, not for me but for my son And then I move and with a smiling face, I finally greet my son and lie I pray he never knows the moment his Mother died…….