RE: My mom is dying, going to need an ear.
December 24, 2017 at 6:14 pm
(This post was last modified: December 24, 2017 at 7:28 pm by Brian37.)
December 25th, By Brian37 (AKA Brian37 on FB and @Brianrrs37 on twitter)
It is not
The fantastic claims
Certainly not
The comercialism
I could do
Without the magic birth cliams
To me it is
Just another day
But even this atheist
Feels the pain
Another day
Without her voice
I would not partake
For myself
But my mom enjoyed it
It made her smile
After Halloween
She'd insist from me
To put up in her apartment
The tiny table top tree
The reindeer parcel holder
Her friends would send cards
Santa magnets on windows
And her fridge at large
It's been long since
I gave up on that
The comercialism
And mythology stuff
But even with that
Being an atheist
Now that she's gone
I wont get back
The time I had
On any given day
Tomorrow still means something
In that respect
To see the smile
On her face
Bringing her a bag of gifts
With colorful wrap
No it was not
My thing at all
The time I spent
I valued above all
This another first
Of many unwanted firsts
I'll tolerate Christmas
To spend time with her
No no,
It's not the day
She long since understood
It was not my thing
But what always was
Was my time with her
Tomorrow I'll be at home
With no one to visit
Holidays
I can take or leave it
But what cant be replaced
Is whom you spend with
It is not
The fantastic claims
Certainly not
The comercialism
I could do
Without the magic birth cliams
To me it is
Just another day
But even this atheist
Feels the pain
Another day
Without her voice
I would not partake
For myself
But my mom enjoyed it
It made her smile
After Halloween
She'd insist from me
To put up in her apartment
The tiny table top tree
The reindeer parcel holder
Her friends would send cards
Santa magnets on windows
And her fridge at large
It's been long since
I gave up on that
The comercialism
And mythology stuff
But even with that
Being an atheist
Now that she's gone
I wont get back
The time I had
On any given day
Tomorrow still means something
In that respect
To see the smile
On her face
Bringing her a bag of gifts
With colorful wrap
No it was not
My thing at all
The time I spent
I valued above all
This another first
Of many unwanted firsts
I'll tolerate Christmas
To spend time with her
No no,
It's not the day
She long since understood
It was not my thing
But what always was
Was my time with her
Tomorrow I'll be at home
With no one to visit
Holidays
I can take or leave it
But what cant be replaced
Is whom you spend with