It Is Christmas Morning...
Author: Shiloh


It is Christmas morning,
and I am remembering....

looking outside.... white blanket on the ground, not a lot, but enough to make the statement
thoughts of long ago, and a few memories slip from the corners of my eyes and make their way down my cheeks..
I miss those who once shared my younger times in this world, and I guess the love is in the remembering...
Were some of them to be here, some way, right now, even at my age I would crawl up into a lap or two, for a hug.
Such thoughts just make the memories slip down faster and with more strength of love long waiting now.


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