Author: Dino Hi
I can't sleep, it's a week before Christmas
A silent night at one-thrity, my mind's a fuss
The tick-tock of clock, dripping water in downspout
Hearing the gurgling in my stomach, wind blowing in and out
The Christmas tree is still standing, with gifts underneath
Neighbors Christmas lights still on, across the street
The moon and stars disappeared, the rain moved in
My mind in deep thought, my pencil stop moving
This is a real silent night, and all is bright
She's still here, alive, and all is right
Survivor of breast cancer, so thankful
One more Christmas to see, and be grateful
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, December 22 2002, 11:14 am|
Lovely poem Dino. My mum had breast cancer 5yrs ago so I can relate in part to what you have been through. So glad you have your `gift'
|Dino (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, December 23 2002, 09:21 am|
To appriciate one more Christmas,and hopefully, one more year with your love one. To see pain and suffering, you understand. Glad you still have your gift too. Thanks again for your nice comment.
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