The next Christmas , epiloge to the conversation.

the empty place

The table is set and ready. My, it all looks great. All would of been so happy if not for the fickle finger of fate.

Last year was a wash out, last year was a loss. Last year Mum died so there was no point trying last year we just cried.

This year is different this year we celebrate. We have not forgotten you Mum we have set you a place you even have a plate.

We have used your favourite colours and  made it look bright and clean. We have done it right this year Mum it is as you always wanted it, a perfect dream.

Dressed the tree

I dressed the tree love, I did it right . I used the new decs. Now it is all silver and white. I did as you always did on Christmas Eve it took me nearly all night.

I did it for the kids, I did it for you and I have to say I did it for me too. You always made it perfect you always made it magic your loss to us is really just so tragic.

OH! I nearly forgot to tell you the cat is still going great guns, still using up her lives. It is a shame though she used yours up too, my beloved wife.

Your beloved cat

We love you Mum and we miss you very much but we will be happy this Christmas for our lives you still touch.

I miss you so my darling I still love you very much. I promise I will make the family happy this Christmas so please help me with your magic touch.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Martin Shone
    Nov 29, 2011 @ 21:25:07

    This is one of the reasons why I don’t like Christmas – be happy, Willow.

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  2. willowdot21
    Nov 29, 2011 @ 21:37:04

    Loss is always hard but Christmas always hurts.

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  3. Vampire Weather
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 05:34:16

    So touching and personal. I have never been a fan of Christmas for some reason. I appreciate the meaning, but the sentiments surrounding it are difficult. Thank you for sharing

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  4. willowdot21
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 09:47:05

    No thank you. It is a follow on poem to “The Conversation”.

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  5. hollyannegetspoetic
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 10:01:26

    Very sad poem – even sadder for those who have known the truth of a situation like this. x

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  6. willowdot21
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 10:08:15

    Thank you Holly , yes it hard.

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  7. kate58
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 16:43:12

    I’m gobsmacked, Willow – this was WONDERFUL. xx

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  8. willowdot21
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 16:46:24

    Thank you Kate I just wanted to write another piece for the poem “The conversation” To show that that though not perfectly life goes on and we do cope even if it is hard and sad we cope.xxxx

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  9. zumpoems
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 18:17:28

    Captured the human experience of loss versus living very well.

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  10. willowdot21
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 19:18:58

    again, thank you.

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  11. Donna
    Nov 30, 2011 @ 23:34:35

    WICKED! You’ve outdone yourself!!! loss is hard anytime of the year especially at Christmas.You’ve touched on a subject so true…there are more suicides at Christmas Time 😦 Our losses all have a special part of our hearts as we remember those who’ve passed on before us. They live in a special place in our hearts. We hold fond memories of each loved one that took the journey before us. We hold onto these memories cuz they help us cope with our next loss…Especially if you’ve lived as long as me! 😉 xoxoxoxox Donna ❤

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  12. willowdot21
    Dec 01, 2011 @ 20:38:16

    Christmas is a very strange time , happy for some sad for others. I think it is because so many expectations are put in to Christmas mostly the wrong expectations. Bad relationships or bad situations will not suddenly turn into the perfection we all hope for because they will not… we need to open our eyes and sort ourselves out.

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  13. fallenelegy
    Dec 06, 2011 @ 04:27:46

    not everything is perfect. some memories hit hard. but still we can continue being strong, getting stronger and stronger as the memories live within us giving the strength to continue. loved the bit about the cat. beautiful.

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  14. willowdot21
    Dec 06, 2011 @ 08:41:11

    That is right and I just hope this might show that there is hope and you are allowed to move on and live your life after loosing a loved one. Thank you for your comments.

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